A New Orleans Second Line for Our Beloved Prince
In New Orleans’ historic Tremé neighborhood, a sea of “rainbow children” in purple wigs, sequins and sparkles saturated the streets. People of all ages, races, gender expressions and backgrounds followed the buoyant brass band horns and booty-shaking drumbeats of the second-line parade honoring the Purple One. We clapped, shouted and sang to the heavens.
There was no place I would rather have been to celebrate and mourn our collective beloved, Prince.
