Quincy Illinois: 1962
Quincy, Illinois: 1962
long before Barack Obama
Those days my father toiled in Quincy,
two weeks, no more,
he said he saw no blacks, except for
two young ladies busing dishes.
Daisy badges on their uniforms
announced their names,
their years of service.
He still remembers how
through all his meals
he wanted to stand
and shout:
Where do you live?
What do you do
for recreation?
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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