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Dark, and driving west-east along I-84, somewhere anonymous in western Connecticut, I was scan-scan-scanning the homogenised FM band. And then hearing the spoken word in mid-sentence, “until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream”, my finger lifted from the radio, and I listened, attentive, to the voice of that prophet, that mighty orator, his eloquence and the power of his speech shaming those who play at being my generation’s leaders.