The Living Theatre company had a full performance called Not in My Name, I was too far down the block to see or hear it. That particular execution was like Marcellus, a possibility of innocence, and drew thousands of us to join in handing out flyers that said person’s name, that he was now alive, and that tonight he would be dead, not in my name. We all wore black, tho on the streets of NYC that didn’t particularly set us apart. What was unusual is that we reached out to touch strangers…/2