Founding a new band with Alexander, Malte and Daniel focusing on original
music exposing racial injustice was a good thing. It intensified the personal relationships we've nurtured over the years and gave us the
chance to discuss the challenges of systematic
racism with people who wouldn't have dared to approach the subject
before the murder of George Floyd.
And it gave people the chance to
show their humanity by coming together to raise their voices against
discrimination on every level, as well as supporting the movement
with their presence at demonstrations and making donations to equal rights
organizations.
My time in Germany was not only filled
with serious endeavors, I had more fun than one can imagine visiting
friends and eating myself from a size 12 when I arrived to a 14+ when
I left. My friends really showed out making sure I was housed, fed,
clothed and happy.
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August |
Let's flip the pages back a little. As
I said in an earlier blog, I started out in Hamburg visiting my newly
wedded friends Love and Gregory. Shortly after my first concert which should have been in Hamburg was
canceled. Next on the schedule was Weyhe, so I packed my bag and went to rehearse and perform with the gospel choir
directed by Elisabeth Geppert.
Luckily for us the lock-down had not
yet been initiated, we had a full house and the concert went really
well - except for the moment that I fell from the stairs in the
middle of my favorite reggae gospel. Embarrassed but not hurt I sprang
to my feet with the help of several choir members and continued the
show.