Harriet Tubman: Live in Concert

Darnell waits for Harriet Tubman in a room, a music studio, that he struggles to describe. It is not exactly “quaint,” but he does find it comforting. The furniture is a mixture of pieces that appear handmade and others obviously from Ikea. There is a fridge stocked with water that he feels he should not help himself to. On the table, there is an old lantern that smells distinctly of kerosene. His nerves jangle because he considers Tubman one of America’s foremost “Black superheroes.” He cannot imagine the strength of character it must have taken for her to do the work that she did during her lifetime. He is in awe of her.

Suddenly, his reverie is interrupted. Harriet Tubman enters the room flanked by two large bodyguards. Darnell stammers, introducing himself and expressing his gratitude for the opportunity to work with her. She quickly thanks him and moves the conversation forward, telling him that they do not “have all day.” Darnell is impressed: Harriet Tubman does not mince words and is ready to get to work. She does not need his admiration.

He reflects that of all the historical figures who have “returned” as of late, she is the one about whom he is the most excited.