Tuesday, November 01, 2005


SHALL WE EVER OVERCOME?
I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong. But you're kinda scared of dyin' so you hold on. And you keep on blackin' out and your pulse is low Stop tryin' to fight the reaper, just relax and let it go. Because there's no way you can fight it but you'll still try, and you can try it till you fight it but you'll still die Your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears. The rigormortis starts to set now you're outta' here - Scarface
Lynching. Is there a worst way to go out? You're dragged outta your house, a rope is wrapped around your neck and your hung up in a tree. Unless the asshole making the noose is a professional (do ANY of these people look like professionals at ANYTHING besides being fucking scumbags?), you're not gonna die right away. The purpose of hanging someone is to snap their neck. When you drop, the properly placed and properly tied knot is supposed to instantly snap your neck. If you're lucky, you'll only have to stare at these gleaming white assholes for a second. However, since 100% of these nooses were created by some racist genius, probably a professional moonshiner, you're gonna hang there, slowly choking to death. You're gonna shit and piss yourself, the hot stew running down your legs and dripping onto the ground. Your eyes are gonna bulge outta your head from lack of oxygen and pressure. Your tongue will turn blue, then black and swell up in your mouth, giving you an even more ghastly appearcnce and further impeeding your desperate attempts to get oxygen into your lungs. Panic set in a long time ago. You swing slowly back and forth, the sound of the rope creaking against the bark of the tree resonating in your ears. And you're gonna hear and see the laughter and jeers of these uneducated, bigoted white pukes. If you're REALLY unlucky, you're gonna hang there, slowly suffocating for 15 minutes or so.
Is this what Rosa Parks envisioned before her fateful trip on that Birmingham bus back in 1955? Did images of lynching creep into her mind? Did her throat dry up and her neck tighten, both a natural reaction to fear and a subconscious reaction to what might await her? But still, she sat there. Even more brave was the fact that she allowed herself to be the test case for the NAACP. To fight what had been accepted policy in southern America for years. She talked it over with her husband and family before she made her decision. I can only imagine that discussion. And the threats she received. I'm sure she was terrified. I'm grateful to Rosa Parks and what her act of bravery accomplished for this country. A small, seemingly insignificant act. Just remaining in your seat on a bustrip home. Not relinquishing YOUR spot to someone solely based on their skin color. It ignited the fire. It morphed into the greatest movement this country has ever seen, the Civil Rights Movement.
So to all the African Americans who fought and survived (and especially for those who DIDN'T survive), who pushed back after years of being shit upon and MURDERED by the white majority, I thank you. Thank you for doing what whites themselves were apparently incapable of accomplishing. Unfortunately, you still have a long way to go.
Rest in Peace, Rosa Parks.