While Fires Burn 2


I had three other blogs prepared to reopen my website activity.  And then t George Floyd was murdered and filmed so we could see his pain, of bystanders yelling for the police to get off of him until he passed out and died. The video was shown again and again of him begging to be allowed to breathe, of him describing his misery of him calling out to his mother like a kind of murder porn. And then the earth buckled and began to shake. So instead I offer a few thoughts, finished and unfinished poems on what another murder by police and another nationwide series of rebellions and protests by thousands of people of diverse races and cultures and ages, some bearing “Black Lives Matter” signs and others with signs showing a complimentary depth of understanding such as “Listen to Black People” and  “Silence Means Consent.”   Also, at the uprisings were destructive white separatist instigators from various organized groups and some who acted as individuals, all who focused on the destruction of property. Early reports say that these people made up a significant  number of those involved in vandalism and setting fires and essentially hijacking the central issues of the uprisings, a deep fury at the ongoing government policies that treat the Black population as disposable commodity whose lives do not have value, distracting from the issues of police brutality, systemic racism, and economic inequality. And it seems there were some ANTIFA members, a loose cohort of individuals and organizations who have various anti-fascist strategies. Some, but not most, of those individuals take these uprisings as opportunities for the damaging, if not total destruction, of businesses that represent capitalism and its values. Yes, there was looting, and it is hard to say how the mix of anger, need, especially in these pandemic times when so many incomes are diminished or non-existent, as well as frustration was a part of the looting. There were also government representatives who tongues roll out flat and dry scolding and sighing but not speaking enough of policy and context. Yet the Black Lives Movement organization has laid out a specific set of goals and strategies. My only hope lies in the fact that unlike fifty years ago the protests include a globe of cultures and ethnicities and a range of ages. Indeed, there have even been supportive demonstrations in various European cities. My hope lies in the fact that although the power structure certainly has the bigger guns, we have more intelligence and more humanity and can create a way to remake this nation, so that it truly serves we the people. 

 

after another police murder

 

I have been reading poems this morning

glistening poems with fractured greens and radiating yellows

simmering poems with taut blues and slippery silvers

lively poems thick with forest smells of moss and pine needles

flavored with salted winds and wild blackberries

and cushioning carpets of moist brown leaves

 

those poems have pushed aside for a moment

my own flattened words bitter

and sour with the taste of dry ashes

and the texture of shattered glass

where the only color I find is a molten red

that seeps to the littered pavement before slowly

drying into a hard, piercing black

 

by devorah major

 

resisting genocide

 

everyone is writing poems

about George Taylor or Ahmaud Arbery

Emmit Till or Amado Diallo

Trayvon Martin or Oscar Grant

Ramarley Graham or Michael Brown

or so many others

 

but i

have been writing poems

about black men murdered

in the endlessly declared and

undeclared wars of our times

 

dying while loved

dying while alone

dying while afraid

dying while besieged by enemy

dying while besieged by kin

 

i have been writing poems

 

about black men dying

for about as long as

i have been writing poems

 

and as i sit here searching

for the right words to pen

my mouth is slack

tears held back

as the litany of words

i have already scribed

rolls out beneath me

 

and the only things

that seem to have changed

 

are that more are dying,

ever younger and more innocent

full of possibilities

that too few seem able to see

 

and more are killing each other

for reasons even they cannot fully explain

unreasoned rage, confusion,

frustration and desire

 

but the center

of each of these poems

is the same

the killing of

and death of

black men

 

i already have stacks of poems

with sharp tipped

blades cutting my heart

 

black people are killed

without mercy or remorse

without fear of penalty

 

one black person every

twenty-eight hours

falls from a police officer

security officer, vigilante

 

while another 8000

die each year

from killing each other

 

each of these murders

killing our line

ending our future

 

so i write this poem

for the living

who we need to offer

more than cautionary advice

say, “yes sir” on demand

keep your hands up and open

stay aware and remember

you are a hunted target

always under siege

prejudged as criminal

wrong on account of color

wrong on account of neighborhood

wrong on account of clothes

wrong on account of music

wrong on account of birth

 

we need to make a way

for all of them

to stride with their smiles

lighting up dark corners

as their neighbors watch out for

the treasure of their inner beauty

and the caprice of their outer style

and the endless potential

of their precious lives

 

by devorah major

Massive wall of flames and fire

Firestorm texture on black background, shot of flying fire sparks

 

There are many things you can do. Encourage your representatives to support policies that make police responsible and that address systemic racism in a meaningful way. Support the efforts at reparations. Read what Black Lives Matters believes  and see if your actions support their ideals. If you support the ideals reflect it in the every day. Thank you to all who helped clean up the streets and thank you most importantly to all who are standing up, speaking up, going out and joining the call- What do we want? “Justice.” When do we want it? “Now.”  Any other ideas on what we can and should do please comment.


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