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Anti-Racist

I clung, yes, clung To that alien stupor Sapped that suave subastral quintessence That makes us Cry… And seldom Laugh. And I woke up Rabid As familiars quirked: “He will bite them, these racists!”

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/30/2013 7:20:00 AM

If an anti racist visits harm on a racist are they not the same? The most difficult and powerful act is that of loving the person who wishes to do you harm. It reminds me of a picture of a Klu Klux clan member being tended to in an all black operating room, the doctors working vigintaly to save his life. Now that is a demonstration of the power of love. Good men rising in the midst of darkness.

Gerald Kithinji
Date: 2/25/2015 7:54:00 AM

Richard, that was Africa of the early 1970s. And that's exactly how it felt when one thought of racist South Africa.

Skat A

Date: 7/18/2013 9:09:00 AM

a good write, enjoyed, hope you have yourself a good day and week to follow, LUV, S.K.A.T.