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New York, New York! "I thought you were a cynic about all stuff American," he said. And
he was right. I have been kinda critical of the US, and even dismissive.
Now, I wanna move there. I guess it could have felt more like home because there were 20,000
Canadians in town for the rally, and I managed to see Jane Siberry (my
new hero) twice in one day -- once at the rally, and again that night
at a club in Soho. (I had arrived late for her performance and didn't
realize until half-way through the show I was sitting next to Jim Cuddy
of Blue Rodeo, and the rest of the band -- cool guys!) Maybe Rod sensed my enthusiasm because I had just left a two-hour gospel
service on the edge of Harlem -- the most moving, welcoming, spirited
church service I have ever attended. Picture 200 singing and clapping
and praising Black Americans, a five-piece band and choir, a powerful
gospel minister and one white guy -- me. "Let me hear ya say it, brothers
and sisters: A-men!" The New York welcome was incredible. And the confidence and peace people
exhibited in the face of terror was inspiring. I'm sure there are more
people afraid of a terror attack in Ottawa than there are in New York.
There's a gritty, powerful, intoxicating reality to New York City.
I had but a tiny taste of it during my all-to-brief visit, but it was
enough to make me want more. I left feeling more confident about American
resilience in the face of threats and terror, and a little less cynical.
Rod had that right.
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(11.19.2001)
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