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Poem:
Drummers for Justice/Prophets for Peace
by Miriam Ching Yoon Louie
When I sing "Happy Birthday to ya'! Happy Birthday to ya'--Brother Martin!" 1
I sing to Our Drum Major for Justice
Our Preacher Prophet Nobel Eyes-on-the-Prize Prince of Peace
Who fine-tuned rolling cadence cascading call-and-response
Relation between the people in all of our pain and beauty
And leaders workers artists who rise up from our ranks
Can't help but also sing to
Brother Martin's Big Sisters, Baby Sisters
I sing to Rosa Parks
Seamstress, NAACP secretary, worker, organizer
She refused to get to the back of the bus
On my very 5th birthday, December 1st
She risked her life, let her light shine
For the movement
Let her quiet act of bravery
Be used as Gandhi-like spark of civil disobedience
Organizing handle for assault on segregation
I sing to Jo Ann Robinson and the Women's Political Council
Sisters didn't get a wink of sleep night of Mrs. Park's arrest
Birthing bus boycott secretly drafting mimeographing
Call to maids mechanics workers middle class folk
To join campaign that rippled ricocheted rocked Montgomery
Joshua-ettes helped send segregation's mighty Jericho walls
Tumbling down. 2
I sing to Ella Baker 3, Septima Clark, Fannie Lou Hamer
A slave's grand-baby, a slave's daughter, a sharecropper
Women warriors organizers educators founders
Who graced the NAACP
Southern Christian Leadership Conference
Citizenship School for voters rights at Highlander
Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party
Who earned searing hatred of segregationists
Fierce love of the people
Who not only helped the Reverend mobilize millions
But also taught Poor People--and the Youth!
To ORGANIZE!
I sing to then-young-bloods Diane Nash, Bernice Johnson Reagon
Frances Beal, Betita Martínez, María Varela, Shoshana Arai
To countless congregations full of Martin's baby sisters--my big sisters
Who crafted freedom rides freedom summers
Greensboro lunch-counter sit-ins
Rippled ricocheted rocked Mississippi
Out across Southern fields Northern ghettos
Rainbow coalescing into Poor People's Campaign
Sisters who like Brother Martin took heat hellfire FBI harassment
For their early-bird canary-in-the-mine opposition to Vietnam war
Who dared oppose cynically sending poor brown folks to kill poor brown folks
As Brother Martin rocked Riverside Church with call to conscience 4
As cowardly assassins' bullets nailed Our Blessed Black Savior to the Cross
My sisters rippled ricocheted rocked against racist genocidal war
From Vietnam Laos Cambodia Congo Colored Continents
Body bags of poor young brothers of all colors
Back home to our communities
These firebrand sisters loved Martin AND Malcolm
Saw struggles against racism and colonialism
For Third World liberation self-determination
Here there everywhere
As our own
I sing to sisters who passed down the baton
In direct line of descent
From Rosa, Ella, Septima, Fannie
To SCLC
Student Non Violent Coordinating Committee
SNCC's Black Women's Liberation Committee
Third World Women's ALLIANCE Against Women's Oppression
Women of Color Resource Center
To all of our Young Rainbow Sistahs here today.
When I sing Happy Birthday! to marvelous Brother Martin
I sing too to Sister and Brothers Dolores Huerta, César Chávez
Philip Veracruz, Larry Itliong, Mily Treviño-Saucedo, Virginia Ortega 5
To our Mexican and Filipino farmworker manong pioneers
Who rippled ricocheted rocked Montgomery Mississippi Memphis
Together with their own Delano, Salinas, Watsonville, Rio Grande Valley
Oakland, Chinatown, Koreatown, Wounded Knee, Alcatraz, Gaza, West Bank
Latino, Asian, Native American, Arab 6
Roots cultures traditions histories spirits of struggle
To boycott organize fight for justice
For all those who pick the cotton
Pick the grapes
Pick the lettuce
I sing to my sisters Bo Yee, Oi Kwan
Chong Ok, Jung Hee
Petra, Viola, Carmen, Cuca
Carol, Jane, Smita, Shashensha 7
Strong immigrant women workers leaders organizers
Who sew the seams
Serve the food
Clean the toilets
Raise the white babies
Who picket boycott sit-in struggle fight for justice
All across this broad land of Martin's Dream.
When I sing Happy Birthday! to Martin
When I sing Sarang Hae/Love You! to all my Sisters and Brothers
Under freezing wintry shadows of September 11th
I know that we will grow warm once again when we
Ripple, ricochet and rock from our collective struggles for justice
dignity peace
Out to all those Afghan, Arab, South Asian, Muslim, Brown
Immigrant, low-waged, no-waged workers, single moms, orphans of all
colors all faiths
Whose lives jobs dreams lie buried beneath rubble of World Trade Center
Collapsed clinics and collateral damage
Of smart bombs and mindless militarism
From New York to
Afghanistan
From Palestine to
Pakistan Tajikistan, Uzbekistan
From Philippines to
Mexican Border
From Vieques to
South Lebanon South Korea South Central South Bronx
Oakland
Our 'hoods
WE GOTTA' STOP THE VIOLENCE!
As we sing songs of hope we learned from Martin and his Sisters
As we practice what they preached in word and deed
As we draw courage from their example stand up speak out
Refuse to get to the back of the bus
As their spirits smile down upon us urge us forward
Let us to be Drummers for Justice! Prophets for Peace!
Anyong! Namaste! Alsalam Alaikum! Peace be with you! Amen!
2007-09-08 23:04:59
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