I have a treat for you. First Welcome to our newcomers to this page. A few years ago I was in Huntsville, Alabama at Oakwood University to attend their annual fundraiser for The United Negro College Fund. The day before the event they had a screening of “Home of the Brave”. As I was walking into the auditorium a young woman ran up to me and stuffed a piece of paper into my hand. “I wrote this for your Mother years ago.” She said and ran off. What she handed me was a poem. Her name is Ramona Hyman and her poem left me breathless. There’s something so real and profound. It still moves me every time I read it. Here it is and here is a link to Ramona reciting it. https://youtube/watch?v=vEJXKEtNKw4 A Beauty Shop Story: For Viola Gregg Liuzzo It was a Thursday afternoon. I was sitting in the blue chair at Aunt Dots Hair Shop Waiting for the girl to wash my hair When that white woman rose up in my eyes Rose up. I could not get her pale face out- of my brown eyes Her face was huge big-curls-huge Starched in hair spray: Huge I sunk down in that blue chair. Who was this woman? A blood relative I never made acquaintance with- (You know) the kind who show up From a long way when a will is being passed around the table at the family reunion for the one family member to do what the legacy commands Im sitting in that blue chair at Aunt Dots Hair Shop I witness heads being washed I watch fake hair: snatched out And all the while I see the white woman-pale rising up in my brown eyes. Who is she? I see her driving down highway 80. Its dark--night. Shes in a car with the boy. Is that Leroy Moton in that car? He scared (they) scared knowing freedom coming hearing hate roaring up behind them that white woman pushing down, down on the gas driving seventy miles an hour eighty miles an hour ninety miles an hour knowing freedom hearing hate shooting into her car. Leroy sees Leroy knows (who done it) I rise up from the blue chair. I tell the girl Ill be back for her to wash my hair. Im breathing freedom Cause of the pale woman hanging in my brown eyes Who she? A blood relative. An American. Her names Viola Liuzzo And she died for my right to vote
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 00:46:18 +0000
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