You are so dismissive. You don’t know about Birmingham, Alabama in 1963, or Selma 1965. I grew up hearing these stories. I heard the dog whistle in Virginia.
Damn, damn, damn! I’m trying to reach you.
You make me so mad. I’m trying to talk with you. My family did not own slaves. I wasn’t raised to be racist. You come at me with that attitude, and I get frustrated.
Damn, damn, damn! I’m trying to reach you.
Our Heavenly Father, our tongues are tied, and the children are bootless. We lost our teacher under the Memphis sky. We ask you for wisdom to heal our land from the scourge of racism, persistent poverty and flooding.
We reach out to you under the Memphis sky.
Tom M.
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