Unity has always been sought, but rarely achieved, between peoples of the world, which is why the Manu Chao concert was important. Before the show, hundreds pooled outside Tipitina’s flaunting their identities. Latinos waved an array of national flags, a Scotsman donned a Union Jack, French filled the air, and locals mocked the oppressive humidity.

Chao’s appeal stems from his roots. The Spaniard sings in seven languages and spikes his creamy reggae with inflections of rumba, salsa, and punk. His first two albums were recorded after traveling Latin America, supporting leftist insurgencies and guerillas. In this age of globalization, his music resonates with many, especially Latinos, who are struggling for liberation. From the stage, however, Manu Chao decocted the audience’s nationalities into a soup of sweaty humanity.

New Orleans, which has always suffered poverty and racism, can currently identify with Latinos. We too boast an inept government and lack basics like healthcare and security. Nevertheless, for two hours at Tipitina’s, Manu Chao’s caressed and bludgeoned our eclectic identities into a singular uprising as we united to regroup during the endless battle for rebuilding our city and ourselves.