Notes About The Poem

Colored pencil art G.Gaul

This is a factual (and partially fictionalized) depiction of one lynching/killing of Mary Turner, a black woman and her unborn baby, in Georgia in 1918. The recently opened National Memorial for Peace and Justice Museum in Montgomery Alabama chronicles approximately 4,000 lynchings of blacks that took place in Jim Crow South (reconstruction South) from circa 1870 to 1968. Including over a hundred lynchings of black women and children. This is an indication of how deep the "systemic racism" is here in America. The horrific, actual killing account is accurate (as brutal as it is) as reported in the newspaper. Early 1800s Black Anti Slavery Activist Nat Turner was an ancestor of Mary Turner.  The Mary Turner Project (MTP), a diverse group of advocates, educators and descendants of Mary Turner, has approved the publishing of this poem.   475 word.

 

Poem of the day notes: As an advocacy poem, this poem has elicited numerous responses from readers on several sites that I am on other than Poetrysoup (Allpoetry, Poemhunter). These responses run the gamut from weeping in regret, to sudden calls to action, to one reader who had to revisit her psychiatrist. This makes me feel that this piece has the power to make a difference. It's surprising how few readers are aware of this horrific situation that existed in Jim Crow South. And with that I can make a contribution through my poetry to make people more aware of systemic racism and become active at fighting against it. Either by joining action groups or simply through their vote. So when this poem draws responses, wins contests, or is featured on sites like this one, it rekindles my faith that people do care. We can be a more compassionate society and quell the hate of discrimination against all people.

 

 

Premiere Contest WinnerRighteous Sunday

Bands of sunlight
Streamed through the curtains
Woke up to a glorious spring day
In Lowndes County Georgia 1918
Little Sara and Clint jumped in our bed
For morning hugs around
A day to remember
Filled with love, legacy
Our people

Slipped on my Sunday shirt
All crisp 'n fresh, scent of spring
Still warm from Sidney's hot iron
I went to our closet shelf
My prized straw hat perched there
Closed my eyes, ran my fingertips
Over the rim's stepped ridges
Light yellow straw, black satin band
My precious lid

Reverend Shackelford greeted us
In the vestibule where we talked
About the day's big event afterwards
Following his inspiring Christian sermon
In procession, we assembled in the square
To watch

They brought her out
The crowd gasped
She wore a tattered house dress
Bound tight and gagged
She couldn't spout her venom
Devil that she was
We already got her husband
And now we're takin' her
No matter the child she carries
All the better

They hoisted her on the platform
Tied her feet, stripped her
The crowd exploded with applause
Cheers, jeers, giant growls
Then strung her upside down
Sidney looked at me
With that knowing smile
The kids hadn't never seen
Anyone naked before
Let alone a ***** lashed in place
In front a y'all

Doused her with gas 'n oil
Some splashed onlookers
As they backed away
I looked at Sidney again
She knew what I was thinkin'
That smart aleck New York Easterner
The feed merchant, came to our farm
Spewing his rant 'bout how we
Oughta treat ******* as equals
We argued, almost fought
Sidney knew I wanted ta show 'em
Show the world in the name of Christ
That we are right

I was proud to show the kids
As they lit her squirmin' body
She screamed her muffled evil screams
Like the animal that she was
Till she fell silent, burnt
Deformed into a curled 
Grotesque

Tommy Lee jumped on stage with
His Bowie knife and sliced, gutting her
And her boiled baby tumbled out
With a "little cry", limp
Others leaped up and stomped it dead
Then sprayed bullets into her
Gun smoke and smell of charred flesh
Floating over everyone 
Some put up handkerchiefs
Many turned away

A canopy of straw hats
Covered our town's square
On the wooden gallows stage
A contorted blackened form alone
Hangin' centered there
We turned slowly, kids clinging
Crowds quieting, half-hanging heap
Still smokin' 

Reverend Shackelford shook his head
In approval as he passed by
Silently we rode home, Sara wept a bit
Children can't understand
'Cept ta know
It was epic

We explained that she was a devil
Her husband and unborn too
We needed to do it for their protection
That night, we tucked them in 
With prayers and kisses
We were proud of
What we done
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Empress Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Dear greg, this is such a haunting poem, so many such situations still in the world, i watch and read about them and leaves me speechless, nobody has the right to kill another for any reason, and the ending eloquently depicts their mentality and thought process , sad, and heart wrenching! You have a deep and empathetic soul , that can be felt through this poem that raises awareness on such a powerful and soul hitting subject! I can see why this received not just the trophy here but admiration on many other platforms! Bless your pen, that has been used wisely with love and kindness , i wish and pray for a better world, thank you for sharing this! Congratulations on your well deserved win! Sending you light always
Gaul Avatar
February 7, 2025 at 6:30 AM
Your classic empathy validates my writing this poem. Sadly, not all poets feel that way. They usually are the ones who do not see racism here or in the world. Regardless, I am most appreciative of the care you took to critique my work. I am humbled and inspired. Thanks ever so.
Seeker Avatar
February 5, 2025 at 7:43 PM
Horrific but so important to bring out, albeit with deep sadness, that humans as a collective may see their dark aura, a Frankenstein of their making, which with they trauma bond till this day, witch hunting, nurturing narrow prejudices and fanning fires of hatred, in danse macabre.
Ashley Avatar
February 5, 2025 at 10:15 AM
Dear Greg, I am pleased to return with my heartiest applause and heartfelt congratulations for this harrowing, haunting piece taking top honors in Tom's prestigious contest. A devastating, murderous event captured and expressed in your brilliant poetic style. You give voice to the voiceless, power to the powerless and touch upon us an empathy that can continue to inspire positive change to move away from blind rage and hatred toward tolerance and love. A FAV for me! So glad to see the golden trophy beside the title. Warmest wishes my poet friend.. ~Susan P.S. your colored pencil drawing reveals your awesome visual artistic talent. An amazing accompaniment to your powerful poem.
Puddifoot Avatar
February 5, 2025 at 5:45 AM
such a harrowing poem, gut-wrenching, but brilliantly written..i like how you've achieved a very authentic voice with the dialect used..an important piece well deserving of top spot honours
Junaid Avatar
February 4, 2025 at 8:19 AM
I cannot even begin to convey how hard it was to read this work. Reading an act of blatant brutality from a brainwashed perspective made me want to throw up, and in its own way, that is a compliment. This poem succeeds in what it set out to do - get stuck in one's mind. We see killings and all kinds of wrong on the TV every day to the point that we may become callous to it. Reading it in such a graphic description brings the weight back to the crime, invigorates craving for justice.
Gaul Avatar
February 4, 2025 at 12:44 PM
I nearly cry when I read this again myself. My God, who are we? Thanks so much for your kind comments and your placement. Be well.
Gauthier Avatar
January 30, 2021 at 12:45 PM
OMG What a disturbing poem, Greg. So powerful ~ I was so glad to find it published in the International Poetry Fellowship's anthology Life Of Words ~ bravo for this superbly penned write!
Gaul Avatar
January 30, 2021 at 1:29 PM
Thank you as always, Line. You have been a consistent and loyal poetry friend.
One Avatar
January 19, 2020 at 7:46 AM
Greg this is a brilliant poem and one that has great importance.. however, not really what i was looking for in the contest.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
Gaul Avatar
January 19, 2020 at 7:54 AM
I greatly respect your comments and the gracious placement. Please indulge my force fitting this piece into your contest. I feared it was a reach and yes, it was too much. Fortunately, you were compassionate.
Roper Avatar
January 4, 2020 at 9:03 PM
Congratulations on your win in Brian Strand’s contest. Hugs Eve
Ashley Avatar
April 6, 2019 at 8:15 AM
Wow! This is such a powerful and intense poem, Greg. You convey this horrific tragedy with poetic beauty and urgency. The light your poetic talent shines upon this topic is potent - the irony between the inspiring 'Christian' sermon and the murderous, heinous events to follow is striking. Congratulations on your excellent win with this haunting piece. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
Gaul Avatar
April 6, 2019 at 3:15 PM
Frankly Susan, I was disappointed not to have done better. I know my poetry falls short but the content is so powerful! But when I looked up and saw your name just ahead of me I felt better. Then I read your notes and saw how you expanded your style, it makes more sense. You have great skill and you show great kindness in writing such touching note to me. Real poets are like that. Thank you.
Roper Avatar
April 3, 2019 at 9:57 PM
Great write, Greg, congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve ~`*
Gaul Avatar
April 4, 2019 at 5:22 PM
So very kind comment Eve. Obviously, you understand how difficult advocacy poetry is. Greatly appreciate your visit. Always wonderful to be in your company.
Barden Avatar
November 5, 2018 at 12:47 AM
Wow - powerful write - superb! Sincere congratulations for your awesome win in LuLoo's contest, Greg - blessings and best wishes - keep up the great work, my friend! :-)
Gaul Avatar
November 5, 2018 at 2:39 PM
Advocacy poetry is so hard. Many turn away. So glad you liked it. Maybe it'll bend some minds. Thanks for your comment.
Gauthier Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 6:06 PM
Congrats on your win with this disturbing tribute of a horrific chapter in American history. Well done, Greg.
Gaul Avatar
October 29, 2018 at 6:21 AM
Thanks for your comment Line on this somewhat difficult piece. Most appreciated.
Scars Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 11:58 AM
so deep and dark, beautifully sad. Thank you and congratulations on your placement. -luloo :)
Gaul Avatar
October 29, 2018 at 6:17 AM
Lu Loo, you found something positive to say about this disturbing but (I think) meaningful advocacy poem. I thank you sincerely for that. Most turn away. You turned it into something good.
Lawless Avatar
September 1, 2018 at 2:33 PM
Another acknowledgement of "Man's inhumanity to man, woman, and child". The use of the line breaks adds to the chaotic haste with one reads this tragic remembrance.
Gaul Avatar
September 1, 2018 at 9:15 PM
Thanks John for commenting. This advocacy poem is upsetting for many to read, especially those who are unaware of the racism that is out there. My hope is that it will move some to action. Your help is most appreciated.
Hoffman Avatar
May 8, 2018 at 8:35 PM
I don't know what part of this write is fictional but nonetheless it made me think about ignorant mob rule and how it can lead to barbarism such as this...an absolutely horrific humiliating painful way to die!~Che :)
Gaul Avatar
May 8, 2018 at 8:42 PM
Cheryl the parts that are fictionalized are the people, family and the speaker. The actual killing account is very accurate, as horrific as it is. Thanks for your interest and thoughtful commentary.
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