MY MOTHER RADIO
WHEN YOUNG,I WOULD COME
CLOSE
to the walnut wood radio cabinet with
twelve inch speakers
where mysterious honey voices would
pour forth mellifluous messages
(it was as if they were talking
directly to me!).Time grew-i learned COMMUNITY
as a village radio with
small(resources)-and voices familiar and tall
stories i believed(we called it NEWS).I
learned VOLUNTEER as a code
for those who dedicated
time,effort,energy,attention ,skills to make radio speak and sing.
I learned LOCAL .I learned DIVERSITY.I
learned HUMANITY as a shared world-
where there are many voices ,and most
never get heard.I re-learned RADIO 2016-
as this time/this space/this
possibility of change.I listen to radio every day.
Community radio.Volunteer radio.Our
radio.Your radio.All voices-honey ,bitter,sweet,strong.
This community is small.This community
is strong.
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