Sherry Chandler » Mama’s in the kitchen, she ain’t got no shoes
Mama’s in the kitchen, she ain’t got no shoes
The Green Light. I would be tempted to call this one Jack Bauer and violence porn at Gitmo except that would make it sound like typical blog snark when it is a very serious review of event.
Bush, Vote Buying and the 2004 Election, your tax dollars at work. Via
The Wall, more of your tax dollars at work.
Racial equality, Mississippi-style, a link I found via NYCWeboy, who tells me that “the highest concentration of African-American same-sex couples live in MS.”
For 50 Years This Has Been the Symbol Of Peace. Far Out.
Reading the [Democratic] Candidates, this article is a little dated but still has some nice analysis of what the campaign biographies reveal (or conceal).
Fresh Air looks at Black Liberation Theology.
Whistling Dixie, with an interesting discussion thread. Found by way of The Sideshow.
Four More Years of Black Irrelevance, via.
- Some Mother’s Day Follow-Up
- Kitchen Surprise
- John Ed Pearce (1917-2006)
- Don’t forget history
- from Hillary Clinton
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2 Comments
1. charlie w replies at 7th April 2008, 8:37 am :
In the fall of 1961 I walked into a pool room in Meridian Mississippi. There was a shoe shine stand operated by a young, athletic-looking black kid. His appearance was impeccable in every way, from neatly trimmed hair to clean shiny shoes. He wore a suit.
I thought that I could tell just by looking at him that he could have done anything if given the chance. We were about the same age, 18 years. I was at the new Naval Air Station to learn about aircraft, he was in a pool room shining shoes.
Through all the years I have not gotten that kid out of mind. I suppose, because this experience was punctuated by the civil rights movement, with all it’s revelations, which closely followed.
Meridian
I don’t know much about blacks,
I wasn’t raised around them.
My contemporaries were suspicious of them.
They said that all the niggers wanted to do
Was play ball and date white girls.
I came close to blacks for the first time
While in service in Mississippi.
It was the early 1960’s and a bad place
To be of color. Blacks there
Had little status, and less property;
Worse yet, they had no identity.
There was slavery at Meridian in 1961.
They allowed themselves to be owned
By their white employers
And I heard them receive instructions
For menial work, beginning with, ‘hey nigger.’
I felt ashamed for all of humanity,
And knew that the bloody struggle which followed
Was imminent, and right.
From THE FREEST MAN 1984, Charles M. Whitt
2. sherry replies at 7th April 2008, 10:40 am :
Wow, Charlie. That’s a brave poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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