Free, Free, Free With a Finger in the Face on the Tarmac
“Free, free, free, thank God Almighty, free
At last,” but the bespectacled, respected J. W. Comer,
Self-made man from a Southern family of self-made men,
At least that’s how the story went, oversaw the post-reconstruction
Rise with the help of a ten-pronged strap on the back of slavery —
Beyond slavery – post reconstruction laws making it a felony for a freed,
Former slave who stole a piglet for dinner, or a piece of fence wood for the
Fire to roast the pig or anything—
Didn’t whites in the South ever break any laws?
Mouthy, uppity NEEE—GROWS are surged into round ‘em up
Arrests right around harvest time and anytime in the mines and
Factories, rising in the South which was in the process of rising
Again, once again on the backs of Blacks.
But the stupid, brutal system based on revenge was using up the
Supply — attrition by death — so incarceration was that much
More important than ever, ever since Scarlett, with the back of her
Hand placed against her forehead, stated in exasperation that she
Would think about all that tomorrow.
Then the scholarly, but no less cowardly scaredy-cats in their Ivory
Towers to keep them safe from the mean streets, the sociologists,
Psychologists and all the Social Darwinian- ists pronounced their
Quasi-scientific blessing upon the blatant bias and pronounced the
Incarcerated as sub-human, scary, brutal, black beasts and we all
Locked our car doors giving a faux intellectual veneer and justification
To the repression lived out in dead bodies swinging from
Cypress trees, burned to a crisp in a grisly, bonfire re-enactment of Alexander
Pope’s poem about the savory discovery of roast “boef.” Why?
Because it could be done, was done and is still being done
In some modern, civilized, legislatively legal way in Detroit,
Benton Harbor, Flint, Grand Rapids (May I see your photo I.D., PLEASE?
You duly elected officials may be excused, now and forever.) by those
God-fearing Northerners who look to their punitive, angry, vengeful, hateful,
Scaredy-cat Southern brothers and sisters for their next cue.
But, of course, none of this has anything, whatsoever to do with
A shout down of the President of the United States of America in
Those hallowed halls of Congress during a State of the Union
Address, or a shaking, sophomoric head from a new, pouting
Supreme Court Justice or a finger pointing in the half-black face of
The really Cool Man by the really witchy wo-man of the West on
The tarmac or the persistence of the Bible-believing deadly Birthers.
“No, nothing at all,” shout the scaredy-cats. “Don’t yu’all see that
You have a Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday? What more do you
Want? Aren’t yu’all free, free, free at last?”
Oh, yeah, Jimmy Carter sees it for what it is, but, hey, the interest
Rate was 23% during his administration say the dismissive free