“I pledge blind allegiance
That sounds about white...I mean right. With the current racial climate of these un-United states, many things weigh heavy on my heart. Then, as I was reading poems from Frank X. Walker’s “Turn Me Loose: The Unghosting of Medgar Evers,” I started thinking about this little thing we call freedom. In one of his persona poems, Walker compares the murder of Emmett Till to baking a pecan pie and it’s grotesquely painful - thinking about what Emmett Till suffered, what his mother suffered, and what we suffer.
That same day, I was talking in groupme with my organization Younge Black Artist Movement and someone asked, “What can a blind man see?” I wrote a poem in response to this query where I alluded to Walker’s poem because it hit me. The danger of color blindness is that we forget how race has functioned in society. Race shouldn’t matter, but unfortunately, it does.
Here’s my response to the question:
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