C.J. Reflects
Walking through his gate C.J. thought,
Ain’t that some shit,
great, great-grandson of a slave
playing half-court
with a great, great-grandson
of a Confederate solider
on a court named after a General
remembered for standing like a wall,
until he got shot dead, in a war,
they don’t accept was lost.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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The world has some strange situations and most of them to deal with its supposed apex inhabitants. Thanks for sharing, Jerry. That is a fresh wake up splash in the face. /Rik.
Thanks, C.B.
One thing about being born in 52 was that in 63, at the impressionable age of eleven, my TV eyes fell upon the civil rights movement and the terrible injustices of racism. From thereon I questioned the reasoning behind the day to day racism I encountered not least in my own family.
Your writing is refreshingly easy on the eye and speaks of a time and attitudes it would be nice to think have changed but as newsreels repeat the same messages of sixty years ago the words of a well known song come to mind "it's been a long, a long time comin but I know a change gon come".
Thanks, Dusk.
It is a slow train for sure. The end of slavery just became a Holliday last year.
Happy Juneteenth.
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