I couldn't help myself. My inner cynic kept wise-cracking my favourite lines from Life of Brian:
A despondent Brian, left to take the rap: "Yeah, solll...idarity, Regg."
Or encouraging the mob outside his bedroom room window to think of themselves as unique: "You're all individuals!" Even as a lone voice in the crowd, the only real prophet, the one who gets it, responding: "I'm not."
And yet. . .
Today something happened to regular folks like me, to the 'general population' in these parts. Whatever it was sent me scurrying down Douglas Street trying to keep up with my indigenous friends. Something shifted, it was subtle, hardly felt but significant.
On top of all that I saw a group of Warrior Women take back their power even as they handed me mine. And I heard a sad woman say: "Once you see me, really see me you see yourself you know." Or words to that effect.
Maybe it really started with a young hero who set himself on fire and ignited the last straw in all of us, maybe not. All I know is since that horrible day we all first heard about that lonely death nothing's been the same.
Now, let's see about getting on with this. In the words immortalized by that hapless hero Brian: "Romans go home!"
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