Ray Bradbury wrote that in a poem called “We have our Arts so we don’t die of Truth.”
One of the many outrages of the coronavirus panic is discarding the Arts among the other “non-essential” functions of humans.
Music non-essential? Live performances non-essential — even dangerous?
Humbug.
I say again: Humbug.
I will take this heresy one step further: There is no non-essential human life. To deprive one of her livelihood in the name of “saving” another is a crime.
With the theaters dark and the auditoriums empty, who will teach us how to breathe?
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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