Thinking a lot today about the "what can we do?" question & I keep returning to the story of Abel Meeropol. I'm sure many of you know his story, but for those who don't: Abel was a Jewish English teacher in the Bronx in the 1930s. Disturbed by all of the lynching in the news, he wrote a poem.
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bring an end to the nonsense
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Abel then had it printed in a teachers union publication and eventually wrote music for it.
Not funny, I know.
In our bravery.