Racism Lives—Deal With It.
Dedicated to the heroes of Philadelphia’s Edison High School—more of its students died in Vietnam than from any other American high school.
Santa Barbara, California, July 2009 While resting in a lovely Santa Barbara park overlooking the peaceful Pacific, I sat admiring the sights and sounds: gulls squawking overhead, white sails dotting the horizon, suffers suffering, and sun worshipers attending church. I decided to write a verse. Looking down at my notepad, my eye caught a headline from a paper on my lap. In Philadelphia, a small number of urban children were chased from a suburban pool. Suddenly my pencil began racing across the pad, my hand hardly able to keep up.
The working boy learned racism flourished less than ten miles below where Mason and Dixon drew their line separating grey uniforms from blue— in a Maryland town called Elkton. Willy Penn’s shadow cast on a clear, sunny day from the city of Freedom’s birth almost reaches there. The working boy entered an Elkton diner with Simon (he pronounced it, see-mon), an Afro-American co-worker. They sat at the counter. Working boy placed an order. The petite, pretty, waitress smiled and said, “This is an order to go, right”— It wasn’t really a question but a statement ending in exclamation. Working boy innocently replied, “No, we’ll eat here.” The waitress’ beautiful smile turned down into a frown. Her words lost their syrupy sweetness, “This order is to go, right!” She left no doubt this time— a question it was not. Working boy faced a dilemma, not of his choosing. Simon interjected, “Yes, the order is to go.” Looking first to Simon then to a grinning Caucasian cop, shoulders raised in helplessness, seated one stool away— working boy ultimately perceived the actual message. “No Blacks eat here!” Finding his senses then his voice, working boy said, “No thanks! We’ll not buy lunch here!” Simon and working boy backed out the door like gun-slingers of old, not turning their backs on the bigoted waitress and the shameful, shameful officer of the law. Racism Lives—Deal With It.
Young Boys and Girls At a City of Brotherly Love suburban pool on a hot Twenty-O-Nine July day. A few urban children amazingly turned the water murky and were ordered out, told to dry off, and depart. Pool management pronounced safety the issue. Racism Lives—Deal With It.
The President and the Professor
A Black Harvard professor is arrested by a White police officer—so President Obama weighed in with an ‘acted stupidly’ shot aimed at the Boston police. The resultant firestorm was quenched with beer delivered to a White House lawn party. Racism Lives—Deal With It.
Causes Charles Redner Supports
All Down syndrome associations, Buddy Walks in LA, Tucson and Orange Country CA