Freedom ain’t a Crime..


Biloxi, Miss. 1906  In 1962 a whistle would blow on Howard Street about 2 P.M.  All white clerks would leave and black clerks would come in for black customers.  I was stopped by the police.. (white police).. for walking with a black friend of mine from Philadelphia.  Though we were both in the Air Force he had to wait in the alcove of a store.. facing the door.. like a child banished to the corner.. until the black cops came..

Biloxi,  Miss. 1906.. In 1962 a whistle would blow on Howard Street about 2 P.M. All white clerks and customers would leave and black clerks would come in for black customers. I was stopped by the police.. (white police).. one Saturday afternoon for walking with a black friend of mine from Philadelphia. Though we were both in the Air Force he had to wait in the alcove of a store.. facing the door.. like a child banished to the corner.. until the black cops came..

Been to Mississippi during times when things were split.. enough directions to one place.. some favored it.. whether schooling kids at dinner.. or thoughts on the can.. Southern Man sits thinking ‘what am I better than’?

Biloxi one side Howard St. was for the white.. other side was black.. labels held as day and night.. had a friend darker than me.. southern friends would mock.. downtown Biloxi stores divided shoppers with a clock..

Who could shop and who would ring the registers in time.. whites who shopped when stores were black got charged with a crime.. long fight to regain respect of founders long ago.. who knew values of freedom.. need for rights in the big show..

Of social graces faces places all would see.. spaces between folks to segregate just don’t suit me.. now reactionaries blinded.. it seems by their fear.. by a hate that never should have been..used far and near..

In my time.. with faith and rhyme.. with song on sunny days.. when culture clash.. whip petty lashing rain to sunny ways.. books.. pundits.. nuts.. religions of all kinds.. used by those unknowing.. make a sane man know his mind..

When you know it folks just show it.. everyone agrees.. least around this town you gonna be alright with me.. talk of other cultures migrate here to take your job.. a happy person who finds joy.. will not kill or rob..

Educated never over rated any time.. to know is to believe not to deceive for silver dimes.. posturing will fade to past as vast love felt is shown.. to those who must be watching.. from a faithful throne..

Game of names holds no truth just usury at most.. blame is found at a gold diggers booth named by ghosts.. of those who will not admit how simple it could be.. if they moved in love.. determined to set themselves free..

Thought for this day.. ‘History hides mystery of seconds you will know.. seen for first time anyway.. sit back enjoy the show’.. Peace Tony

©AC.13.12.12.arr././

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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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