Gemma Black: maker of written artifacts with pen & ink-stone Artist: Neville Dawson I met a man on a bus I arrived into Hobart Airport from one of those long haul trips that I have taken from time to time. I was exhausted after an enjoyable teaching tour. I boarded a mini-bus to take me into the city centre as David was working in Orchestra and had taken the car. A gentleman asked was the seat next to me taken. It wasn’t, so I said he was welcome to sit there. Invariably a small-talk conversation started though I could hardly keep my eyes open with the tiredness. Suddenly my senses piqued when he said he was an artist and all my concentration was suddenly focused on this quietly spoken man sitting next to me … "An artist? So am I” , I said … “ well sort of” . The gentleman, whose name is Neville Dawson, turned out be so interesting and charming that our trip into the city ended so very quickly. It saw us swapping names as he exited down the st
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Voter suppression laws are still in place in some areas. Voting places were closed, people were told to vote in the wrong place, intimidation tactics worked . . . I saw stories of young people helping patients in hospitals register to vote. Poor people, people who lost their right to vote because of unfair incarceration . . . I hear the regret in their voices when they answer if they voted, and if not, why not. There were any number of valid reasons.
I recall the answers women of color gave when asked why they are not active feminists. Some things never change here in America.
Thanks for prodding our collective conscience.