What can the "look for the helpers" advice do for us in these times? I suggest that, while it doesn't diminish the painful realities of our corporate life, it does offer us one path through the valley of cynicism.
She spoke with affection about her mother and grandmother and the struggles of their lives. “And my great-great grandmother,” she added in conclusion, “was a slave.” Her last sentence hit me like a thunder clap.
There is nothing gratuitous about the arts right now. They are not added, they are essential—like spirituals in the hell of cotton fields, anti-war songs of the 60s, AIDS blankets and inner city murals and poetry that says what everybody’s tired souls are feeling.