asked the gathered dancers of the choreographer?

This was back in the 70's,
when we naively thought the revolution had been won,
and a gay black man could walk the streets of
NYC
holding hands with his  
white jewish partner

The choreographer,
a gay black man,
pauses before answering
considering
what he believed,
and what he knew to be reality.

"How much freedom can you afford?
How much freedom are you willing
to die for?"

 In the days
when men thought freedom was everywhere just for the taking,
freedom for
daring to just be,
meant
new wars on new days.

The choreographer was/is
Bill T. Jones.  
He related this story to me tonight.

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