When Marian Anderson first sang for Sibelius, in the same house where he would one day burn a symphony, he cried out, “My roof is too low for you!” and called for his wife to bring champagne instead of coffee. When I read that, I remembered Truenessia standing in our midst with that same call for champagne inside her, a voice that was more than a voice, a voice that was in a duet with its own happiness. Telling us to think ourselves higher.
