Yesterday I checked out the Paul Robeson exhibit at the Theatre Museum. Nothing there was really new to me, but I had an urge to hug the mannequin wearing his OTHELLO cloak, and managed to restrain myself. It was up on a sort of little plinth, anyway.
On the way out, there were cards where people had written their impressions. Some wanker said they'd never heard of him, hadn't learned anything, didn't care...That actually upset me, although I doubt if it was true-even the most sarky, snotty teenager surely couldn't hear that voice and be unmoved. If they really can, I don't want to know about it.