When we were in South Africa, I was dumbfounded buy the lack of anger in their art, anger expressed for the evil that was apartheid. And I was told by a gallery owner that tho apartheid had ended 14 years prior, the embedded fear of reprisal was still deep, and that South Africa was still a very conservative country. And today, here in supposedly the free-est country on earth, I read of voter redistricting for the purpose of further disenfranchising the poor and the banning of books in public schools for a perceived moral superiority. And then I remember where I finally found their rage, under transparent floor tiles in a old church, now a museum, a testament to the suffering of decades past. And I found it in the form of their poetry... like it always has been everywhere. Write on people... write on.