I wanted to write a powerful ponder officially marking the Civil Rights Act 50th anniversary, something able to convey optimism, point out accomplishments rather than travesties. Hours of stalling, searching, feeble attempts at levity – still nothing but a headache and decision to re-post myself from last year.
As a little girl I remember chanting “eeny meeny miney mo, catch a n****r by the toe”, it was the early sixties, I was 3 or 4 and hadn’t the slightest concept of what it meant. Somewhere along the way the “N” word became “Tiger” – I can’t recall an explanation, all I knew was we had to decide whose turn it was to go first, so tiger it was. There wasn’t a hateful bone in my body; my family – decent hard working people who never spoke ill of anyone. It wasn’t the deep south, this was rural Canada in 1963 – parents passing along rhymes they learned as children – nary a thought to meaning.
I believe that “Tiger” was Martin Luther King Jr. Fifty years ago today, close to a quarter of a million people marched on Washington, D.C. Gathered at the Washington Monument, Martin Luther King…
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