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9/21 Poem of the Month

                    Dear Martin

Please forgive me calling you Martin…

You see, when you died, I was 9.

I am now 63, so at 39 you are Martin to me.

I must say, you had my attention at 9.

The year that coward took your life I was in transit.

I knew you were very important.

I had to leave my city because of the riots…

They were going to attack “Grand Ave”.

We fled to my uncle’s house. He had a pool.

I was sad when I heard you died, I asked why?

I never really thought about skin before.

Then one autumn night, at 14, I met Tom Robinson…

It was on the TV, my folks were out for the evening,

It was Halloween, the air was brisk, and the leaves were falling…

As I watched this story through the eyes of children like me,

I was instantly drawn to this man Tom Robinson.

There was no way that this man could be found guilty,

At 14 I knew this… how could anyone believe the lies told?

This was a good , compassionate man…

Surely the jury could see what a 14-year-old boy could see.

Yet, as I watched I saw the face of racism for the first time.

They found him guilty! How? Why? This made me sick…

Welcome to the world 14-year-old Joey…

This was a turning point for me, the white Italian teenager.

I would never judge a person by the color of their skin,

I would only consider their character…

Dear Martin, I heard you say that exact thing…

I was instantly impressed with you; I lamented all the more.

Martin, they are assassinating you all over again.

Everything you taught and fought for is being attacked.

People are once again saying that “color” is key.

Do not look at “character”, look at color.

Even a man of “color” who was president is on board …

Dear Martin, I see and hear the bullets flying…

They are shooting at you…

There is a woman named “Joy”, trust me she is not.

She has the feeling that you were wrong, misguided.

You were not wrong; you knew that character was key…

I have so much respect for you, I hope to meet you,

I want you to know- you were right…

All men are created equal… God told us that.

Color and differences are beauty…

My little “white” grandchildren are not evil,

“Critical Race Theory” now that is evil…

May I quote you dear Martin?

“They will not be judged by the color of their skin,

 but by the content of their character”

Dear Martin, please know that I hope to meet you someday,

I hope I can present to you my grandchildren…

I know you will see children not color…

This is in fact God’s way, yes God’s way will prevail.

I also have a dream, to see you and tell you:

You were on the right track, welcome to paradise…

                        © Joseph James

                           8/30/21