Three fifths of a human
When they threw her down
Like an animal
Punching her on the ground, in front of everybody
And no one made a sound.
And ⅗ s were her toddlers as they watched
While strangers handled them
Uninvited without love.
Like a resurrection
her trauma flowed
In a living stream
Over the many rocks of ages
And her many stories spill out.
Because she was ⅗ s of a human
when they drug her out of the theatre in 1946
Like an animal
Not Viola the successful businesswoman and entrepreneur that she was
No no that's not what they saw
⅗ is what they saw
And ⅗ was the image at the NSCC
when the caption read “How not to ECE” and
The door displayed a stereotype
depicting a black mother suggestive of her inability to nurture.
⅗ will decide
if you qualify
To live or to die
Exist and survive
Black and red became black and dead on the African roulette
And each victim is like your personal wild card
Today it’s not you
But that could be you
In an hour
⅗ is the weight
Of humanity’s hate
And the fraction used to debate
separating the hue from the man
⅗ is the lie to look through tainted eyes
And somehow qualify
That we all see!
Angela read this poem at the rally in support of Santina Rao, the young mother falsely accused of shoplifting at the Mumford Road Walmart and violently arrested by four police officers in front of her little children.
Angela is a frequent contributor to the Nova Scotia Advocate. She is one of the talented writers selected for this year’s Alistair MacLeod Mentorship Program, offered by the Writers Federation of Nova Scotia. Angee’s voice has always been unique and vital, it’s only getting more so over time.
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