Believe It
You just can’t believe it? Another unarmed Black person shot down by police even before the latest trial of the century exonerates the last killer in blue? Look back and believe it. In 1619 the White Lion sailed into Virginia bearing this new land’s first burden of Black sorrow. It beat the Mayflower by a year but there was no thanksgiving. Almost 250 years passed, a plantation economy, King Cotton, a plantation ethos, yassa massa, nosaa massa, was built upon their backs, a war was begun to preserve it before they were freed. Their liberator died for his trouble, as they moved from slave to sharecropper, a new word for much the same. Years passed, resentment at their freedom bubbled, a vile stew spilling over— terror in the night by men in white sheets, hanging by the neck from sturdy tree limbs until dead, vanishing from the Earth in the dark of night— this keeping them in their place was exhausting for those who sought to keep their own place, but it was done. Whether unknown— Emmett Till— or grand— Martin Luther King, Jr.— they were kept in their place as they still are today— Trayvon Martin Eric Garner Michael Brown Tamir Rice Botham Jean Breonna Taylor George Floyd Daunte Wright Charleston church parishioners— too many to recall. You don’t want to think about it, you don’t want to believe it? Well, it’s true, it’s history, our black Black history, it could be our Black future, so think about it, so don’t be surprised, just believe it. Thanks, Patty, for your poem that gave birth to this one.
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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