Once upon a time the public stage was an open place to see and be seenSometime the being seen was without a particular message. Maybe one’s presence expressed support? Maybe it expressed a watchfulness.There is information available from body language and the context in which it is thrown downThere are means, within the physical space, even if it is not your turn to be heard to be heard.
Now there are all forms of electronic meetings. Have they increased accessibility? Have they increased effective citizen participation in governance?
picture from long ago, far away, Speaker’s Corner, Hyde Park, summer of 1969. The end of the world was delayed from then until now, maybe we can negotiate a bit more delay?
{2:4} He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love. {2:5} Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick of love. {2:6} His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. {2:7} I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please. {2:8} The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. {2:9} My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. {2:10} My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. {2:11} For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone; {2:12} The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; {2:13} The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. {2:14} O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely. {2:15} Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.–KJV
I think this place of worship was/is in the Rose Hill neighborhood. Temple of Deliverance House of Victory, Inc Pastor-Overseer Louvenia Sumpter Nowell