Born, Bound, and Died in the Shackles of Hate


(Upon visiting Montgomery, Alabama's Legacy Museum; National Memorial for Peace and Justice; Civil Rights Memorial and Center)

I am the daughters of persecuted and persecutor.
The sins of our fathers' bodies lay the shame in us.
Ghostly voices, hard to hear, but listen.
Born, bound, and died in the shackles of hate.

Twelve million people kidnapped from Africa during the transatlantic slave trade.
You feel it in your body.
What would you do if they came for you? What would you do? You.
Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites.

Twenty-four thousand enslaved, eighteen-
hundred. Waiting for God's bravery.
You enter through a security screen.
Montgomery, a city shaped by slavery.

The sins of our fathers' bodies lay the shame in us.
Living at the edge; emotional whiplash and nowhere to purge my pain.
Born, bound, and died in the shackles of hate.
I dreamed I was stripped bare and shackled by shame.

You feel it in your body.
Anthony Ray Hinton: 30 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.
Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites only! Whites.
Collecting soil from lynching sites. The bodies cry out.

Hundreds waiting for God's bravery.
I hear my daughter but I can't find her.
Montgomery, a city shaped by slavery.
Have you seen our mother?

Living at the edge; emotional whiplash and nowhere to purge my pain.
Waiting waiting waiting for the day of God's retribution.
I dreamed I was stripped bare and shackled by shame.
Is anyone ever free from the river of blood?

Anthony Ray Hinton: 30 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.
Coffins crying tears of blood.
Collecting soil from lynching sites. The bodies cry out.
Lined up and hanging. Say their names.

I hear my daughter but I can't find her.
You enter through a security screen.
Have you seen our mother?
Twenty-four thousand enslaved, eighteen.

Waiting waiting waiting for the day of God's retribution
Ghostly voices, hard to hear, but listen.
Is anyone ever free from the river of blood?
I am the daughters of persecuted and persecutor.

Coffins crying tears of blood.
What would you do if they came for you? What would you do? You.
Lined up and hanging. Say their names.
Twelve million people kidnapped from Africa during the transatlantic slave trade.
Twenty-four thousand enslaved, eighteen-
You feel it in your body.
Hundreds waiting for God's bravery.
Anthony Ray Hinton: 30 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.
I hear my daughter but I can't find her.
Waiting waiting waiting for the day of God's retribution.
Ghostly voices, hard to hear, but listen.
Is anyone ever free from the river of blood?
I am the daughters of persecuted and persecutor.
Coffins crying tears of blood.



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