By Will McGuirk
Today in the city a neighbourhood mourns a family shot dead. On the other side of town a young boy squeals with delight and rushes to greet his father coming home carrying a package of food from a mobile charity kitchen. This is a city with all its horror and all its hope.
“I heard the not so distant screams
That broke the silence of a summers eve
But Soon all those kids will leave
And we'll be here just listening, not listening.”
“'Blind Spot’ asks listeners to consider their own blind spots, both when they have felt unseen and unheard, and all the diverse voices that are currently muted in popular culture.” - Andrea Nixon