Wednesday, November 2, 2016

IN HONOR OF THE KKK ENDORSING TRUMP IN THEIR NEWSPAPER, A POEM FOR FANNIE LOU HAMER

I don't believe in anybody's purity as far as bigotry is concerned. In my mind, the way black and brown men treat women's issues should be all the proof that anybody needs that this is true: Virtually no individual is absolutely pure when it comes to bigotry.


But let me make something else clear. The various forms of power-laden, white racisms aren't all the same either. There are different versions. Our ability to make Hillary Clinton responsive to black and brown needs may be limited. But Ronald Reagan dog whistled his KKK version racism and WHITE MOB VIOLENCE increased ALL OVER THE COUNTRY. 

And Donald Trump ain't whistling. He's not even close to whistling.  Trump cannot be allowed to be president of this country. If you were in doubt of that before the KKK endorsed him in their official newspaper. Doubt no more. 

And remember this: People died so black and brown people can vote. Fannie Lou Hamer was severely beaten for your right to vote.

So let's get out there and do it. 

Voting Hillary Clinton in may be voting in "business as usual" But letting Donald Trump slip slide is way into office is "business as usual" in an 1880 to 1960s style. Let's not go backward. For those who don't know your history, as high profile as black death at the hands of police have been lately, we have a lot to lose.

VOTE

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1977: Poem for Mrs. Fannie Lou Hamer

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You used to say, “June? 
Honey when you come down here you 
supposed to stay with me. Where 
else?” 
Meanin home 
against the beer the shotguns and the 
point of view of whitemen don’ 
never see Black anybodies without 
some violent itch start up. 
                                       The ones who   
said, “No Nigga’s Votin in This Town . . . 
lessen it be feet first to the booth”   
Then jailed you   
beat you brutal   
bloody/battered/beat   
you blue beyond the feeling   
of the terrible 

And failed to stop you.   
Only God could but He   
wouldn’t stop   
you 
fortress from self- 
pity 

Humble as a woman anywhere   
I remember finding you inside the laundromat   
in Ruleville   
                  lion spine relaxed/hell   
                  what’s the point to courage   
                  when you washin clothes?   

But that took courage 

                  just to sit there/target   
                  to the killers lookin   
                  for your singin face   
                  perspirey through the rinse   
                  and spin 

and later   
you stood mighty in the door on James Street   
loud callin: 


                  “BULLETS OR NO BULLETS!   
                  THE FOOD IS COOKED   
                  AN’ GETTIN COLD!” 

We ate 
A family tremulous but fortified 
by turnips/okra/handpicked 
like the lilies 

filled to the very living   
full 
one solid gospel 
                        (sanctified

one gospel 
                (peace

one full Black lily   
luminescent   
in a homemade field   

of love