Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Mary Lee. Thank you for hosting! Be sure to stop by her excellent blog A(nother) Year of Reading.
It’s been a very sad and scary week in the news. At the end of this post, I will share a poem I wrote yesterday, to express my anger and frustration about unrestricted gun rights. By definition it has mean the erosion of safety and freedom for all who live in America.
But first, a celebration in the form of a lovely new picture book:
JUSTICE RISING: 12 Amazing Black Women in the Civil Rights Movement, by Katheryn Russell-Brown is hot off the press for 2023. Published by Viking, it begins by telling the readers that black women were “the backbone of the Civil Rights Movement.” It then goes on to prove it with short narratives of twelve “Sheroes” who organized, registered voters, wrote music and fueled the Movement.
SAY THEIR NAMES 1. Ella Baker 2. Ruby Bridges 3. Claudette Colvin 4. Dorothy Cotton 5. Fannie Lou Hamer 6. Correta Scott King 7. Diane Nash 8. Rosa Parks 9. Bernice Johnson Reagon 10. Gloria Richardson 11. Jo Ann Robinson 12. Sheyann Webb 13. Freedom Marchers
There were several on this list who I hadn’t learned about, such as JO ANN ROBINSON (1912-1992). Maybe some readers here haven’t either. Her story began one day in Montgomery, Alabama when Jo Ann was kicked off a bus for not sitting in the back. She fought back. A year later, she led the Women’s Political Council to fight for changes in unfair bus seating rules. Later, when Rosa Parks in 1955, she led her group to print flyers to encourage Black people to stop riding busses, and begin the Montgomery Bus Boycott.
All the narratives of the “sheroes” in this book are concise, easy for young children to read and understand and are all accompanied by colorful and engaging illustrations by Kim Holt.
One of the narratives tells the story of Ruby Bridges, who was the first black child, flanked by men with badges, to integrate a school in Louisiana. Her story is the subject of a Disney Movie. Unfortunately, some parents in Florida have decided that learning about her bravery will make white kids feel bad, so this week, have banned the movie in a school. Some white children will not have the chance to be inspired by her bravery and learn how one child stood up for herself. They might need that bravery themselves someday.
I will end with something political and I debated whether to share my thoughts on this blog. It’s hard not to be political because it seems politicians hold our children’s fate in their hands.
When I worked as a doctor in and ER we had a trauma room. We saw mostly car accidents in that room in the 1980’s in Syracuse. Rarely gun shot wounds. Today the incidence of gun violence, including suicides, are more numerous and more lethal everywhere.
With unlimited gun rights, there will be unstoppable injury and murder. Gun owners are not a monolith of responsible behavior, as some gun advocates seem to imply.
Strangely, I don’t see in the midst of the horror, the outrage in gun rights advocates or a fervent desire to keep children safe. All I can come up with is that the status quo serves them. These injured innocents serve a purpose.
Gun advocates know that in order to have unrestricted gun rights, innocent lives are the price. Homicide and suicide are unavoidable in a country of four hundred million guns. This week, a dispassionate Congressman from Nashville at the scene of a school shooting stated that Congress isn’t going to fix this problem. He spoke as if the were discussing pesky pot holes in the streets.
This state of affairs inspired this:
WHAT WE OWE TO SMALL AMERICANS. Nine year olds huddled under desks, or dashing outside, to the rat tat tat of bullets, or bleeding on linoleum near the art room along with teachers janitors, and principals are paying the price of our twisted freedom, along with the parents of kids at Sandy Hook and Nashville, and Tops and Walmart shoppers, living as if their lives weren’t about to end in the coffee aisle or meat department. Will anyone dare face the injured and dead and, besides thoughts and prayers, say, "Thank you for your service?" © Janice Scully 2023 (draft)
Thanks you if you read my grief inspired poem. Thank you, Mary Lee, for hosting. The good news is that the sun shone in Syracuse, like a beam of hope. I remain optimistic, like a lost cat that knows it will somehow, someway, find its way home.