Showing posts with label slavery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slavery. Show all posts
Monday, June 5, 2017
Potpourrie
Fio is a slave to her wristwatch. First thing in the morning, it slips itself around her wrist like a manacle and the rat race begins.
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As Melania has said, if Trump is hit, he hits back three time as hard. So, because Macron over-powered his power grip, Trump decided to screw the world.
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Fiorella isn't as enraged as others seem to be about the bodies buried beneath churches, hospitals, and other edifices. Actually, she thinks we all live on top of decay, human and otherwise. Life has been around for a long time now, and death has to end up somewhere.
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Fio can write what she cannot say.
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I can't do it all
I'm not a one-man band
Come on, people,
Please--lend me a hand
Labels:
corpses,
Macron,
Melania,
Paris Accord,
poetry,
slavery,
snippets,
wristwatch
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Respect UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
Black people, do not sneer at Uncle Tom or his creator, Harriet Beecher Stowe.
The 1800s were an era of intense abolitionist fervor in the United States. Half the nation had read about the horrors of slavery, but it took one final spark to light the tinder of the Civil War, and that spark was a book called Uncle Tom's Cabin, published in 1851. Uncle Tom, as portrayed by Stowe, was not a rebel, but a saint, a Christ figure, an obedient, God-fearing, forgiving man who tried to serve all of his masters well, no matter how cruel they were. Fiorella, who read Uncle Tom's Cabin in her youth, cried when he died at the end of the book and vowed to speak up against racism whenever she encountered it, and so did many readers in the 1800s. As Abraham Lincoln said when he finally met Stowe. "So you are the little woman who wrote the book that started this great war!"
So Fio repeats--black people of today, do not sneer at Uncle Tom or his creator. They provided the impetus that set you free.
The 1800s were an era of intense abolitionist fervor in the United States. Half the nation had read about the horrors of slavery, but it took one final spark to light the tinder of the Civil War, and that spark was a book called Uncle Tom's Cabin, published in 1851. Uncle Tom, as portrayed by Stowe, was not a rebel, but a saint, a Christ figure, an obedient, God-fearing, forgiving man who tried to serve all of his masters well, no matter how cruel they were. Fiorella, who read Uncle Tom's Cabin in her youth, cried when he died at the end of the book and vowed to speak up against racism whenever she encountered it, and so did many readers in the 1800s. As Abraham Lincoln said when he finally met Stowe. "So you are the little woman who wrote the book that started this great war!"
So Fio repeats--black people of today, do not sneer at Uncle Tom or his creator. They provided the impetus that set you free.
Labels:
Abraham Lincoln,
author,
book,
Civil War,
Harriet Beecher Stowe,
racism,
respect,
slavery
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