I can't tell you what art does and how it does it, but I know that art has often judged the judges, pleaded revenge to the innocent and shown to the future what the past has suffered, so that it has never been forgotten.
I know too that the powerful fear
art, whatever its form, when it does this, and that amongst the people
such art sometimes runs like a rumour and a legend because it makes
sense of what life's brutalities cannot, a sense that unites us, for
it is inseparable from a justice at last. Art, when it functions like
this, becomes a meeting-place of the invisible, the irreducible, the
enduring, guts and honour.