We have this special thing in South Africa where protests are most often carried out by people singing and dancing in the streets. It is beautiful. And it is something my disconnected white self has stood in awe of ever since I was a little girl. Still to this day every time I witness it I get this warm feeling of upliftment in my stomach. How do they do that? The question rolls over and over in my mind. Sometimes I even wonder about it out of the blue.
It’s always the same: Someone will take the lead, and a mass of voices will answer. It is exquisite poetry.
I have seen other forms of protest from other countries. Though honestly I imagine the pictures I have in my head may very well be a combination of actual news footage and fiction.
There are ideas I love though.
Those protests where people are silent with taped mouths. Somehow this speaks volumes.
Or when folks stand still with candles. More volumes.
Or when they kneel during the national anthem at a sporting event.
Or so we call it. (more…)