I’m with John: go applaud Mike Daisey.

But I just want to highlight the end of his post. Most blogs have been highlighting the second paragraph, but look at the end:

After the show I told the audience something, and it’s been rolling around in my mind. It’s common to think things will never happen where you are–never in Cambridge, never in New York, never in Seattle–that sort of thing, whatever it is, never happens here, not in our community. Then it happens, right in front of you, and you realize you were blind to it, that you forgot that intolerance and zealotry and viciousness are human currency everywhere, and it takes your breath away. You want to curl up and pretend it never happened, because they were fools, idiots–you make excuses and move on. Do the next show. Breathe. Forget.

But they are not simply fools and idiots–I saw them. They are young and old, they are teachers and students, they are each and every one of us. We are the same family, even if it hurts. The hard truth is that you reap what you sow, and I will not sow hatred and discontent–I refuse. I will not forget what that man, older than I am today, did to my work. I will not forget the cowed silence of those who left. I will not forget their judgment and their arrogance–but I will not hate.

I will listen. I will listen and learn and remember what has passed here, and when I tell it back it will be louder and longer and clearer. When I tell it back there will be place in the story for you and you and even you.

That’s how you do art.