A few months ago, my wife and I picked up an old LP of the Stevie Wonder masterpiece Innervisions from a record store in Hood River. It’s maybe my favorite Stevie Wonder album, and it definitely has my favorite Stevie Wonder song, “Higher Ground.”

My wife and I start most mornings playing one side of a record while we get ready for work, and last Wednesday, feeling beat down by the killing of Renee Good and the apparently bottomless appetite that the Trump administration and the MAGA crowd have for brutalizing people that don’t agree with them—or who in in many cases just look like they maybe weren’t born here—I felt like I would do well to listen to “Higher Ground.”

But when I dropped the record onto the turntable, I noticed something on the record that I hadn’t seen before:

My first thought on really looking at the label was “why the hell does it say Cara B?” That’s when I realized that we had bought a 1973 Spanish pressing of the record! And about thirty seconds after I figured that out, it occurred to me: this album was pressed in Barcelona when Spain was still a fascist dictatorship, during the final years of the Franco regime.

Something about that sight gave me an odd jolt of hope: that even a repressive authoritarian like Franco—head of one of the longest-lived right wing dictatorships in the 20th century—couldn’t keep out the liberating voice of Stevie Wonder. And neither can a predator and thug like Trump, nor the predators and thugs who work for him, prevent people from liberating themselves. Don’t give up, people.

Here’s the song of the moment for me: sleepers, just stop sleeping.