2nd Amend Meant

 

2nd Amend Meant

 

“…shotgun—shoot ‘em for he run now!”

 

—Junior Walker

 

 

 

I.

 

Redlined, ‘white’ enclave. Un-ceded Hopewell,
Kansa, Mississippi, Missouri, Osage, Otos tribal

 

Land. Receiving settler soundbites of misinformation, 

 

disinformation, 1/2 truth, big lies attached to Fox-box 

 

IV—the prisoner trembles fearfully in padded cell of

 

‘Whiteness.’ 

 

 

 

Maybe he fears ghosts of gunpowder done real estate

 

Deals?

 

Maybe his MAGA-mind hears dispossessed people

 

pleading with him and cracker comfort tribe STOP

 

the chop—the so-called “tomahawk chop”—‘whites’

 

Insist on doing at Kansas City “Chiefs” football games?

 

 

 

II.

 

Post-Bacon Rebellion—

 

2nd Amend Meant—

 

Every man, woman, child, cutthroat, killer, 

 

sadist, torturer, overseer—slaver-wannabe

 

Infected with ‘whiteness’ could STOP you.

 

Question you about where you’re going…

 

About where you’ve been. Plantation/reservation

 

you’re coming from? Going to? Supposed to be on?

 

 

 

Blunderbuss, flintlock, musket, revolver trained on

 

temples—‘Whiteness’ questioned! 

 

Questioned how dark skins got there. When they got

 

there. What was in their pockets? Never questioning

 

what makes ‘whiteness’ fear for…            sacrosanct

 

Safety?

 

 

 

2nd Amend Meant—

 

Every man, woman, child, cutthroat, killer, 

 

sadist, torturer, overseer-slaver wannabe

 

Infected with ‘whiteness’ could STOP you.

 

Detain you! Arrest you! Flog you! Lynch you—

 

come up with cruel, creative ways to crucify 

 

or castrate you!

 

2nd Amend Meant—

 

They could cooly flex index fingers should you 

 

Flinch!

 

Object! 

 

Make eye contact! Speak when not spoken to!

 

Breathe when you’re not permitted to breathe!

 

 

 

III.

 

Black at wrong address, the boy was there

 

to pick twin brothers up. He picked up two 

 

Bullets instead. 

 

Had his lithe, young, gifted

 

Chocolate, promise-filled, bass clarinet-playing

 

body perforated

 

 

 

He knocked for an answer regarding the twins. 

 

.32 caliber

 

questions tore through glass, ripped in-

 

to his furrowed brow like a hot pin ball:

 

Do Black Lives really Matter? If so, how

 

much? 

 

 

 

The ball bounced into a neighbor’s yard 

 

and drew gunfire. The car turned into a 

 

driveway and drew gunfire. The woman 

 

approached a wrong car and drew gunfire. 

 

Volleys of shots are 2nd Amend Meant for:

 

“How may I help you?”

 

 

 

 

 

© 2023. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved.
Raymond Nat Turner upsurgejazz@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

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