The Lynched In America Series–Black communities-Lynching #32-The lynching of Black dollars.

Forty million Black people, At least, at the last census count. Four hundred and ten billion dollars, Is what would be the amount. A yearly amount paid to Black folks, For the next one hundred years. To repair all of the history and devastation, The degradation, the scars and the tears. Five thousand dollars a year, For education at a HBCU. Plus five thousand dollars each year, For whatever business I choose. No jumping through white folk’s tires, And no jumping through their flaming hoops. Just give me the money you owe me, So I can repair my Black family roots. No more white folk’s education, About how “slavery wasn’t so bad”. No more of white’s fictitious stories, That make Black parents angry and mad. About how “lincoln freed all the negroes, Blacks should have known that wasn’t true. He only freed negroes in the south, But northern slavery, he watched as it grew. The whites in the north all pretended, That northern slavery wasn’t the same. And that Blacks were now thrown in prisons, If they didn’t play white people’s game. The prisons were filling up with Black folks, What in the world, is a Black family to do? Congress was still making laws slanted, So that Blacks could not even sue. But a handful of brave Black people, Have filed lawsuits over the years. But white judges choose to dismiss them, As all of the racist white congressmen cheer. Now, I’m filing my lawsuit, I’m starting with each of the states. The congressmen will fuss, they will argue, They will fight and they will debate. But they stole my Black family’s legacy, Now, my Black family is all a wreck, I’m fighting for my “reparations”, And all I want to know is, “where is my check!” A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.N.) Poem By NEETTA BLACK 1-1-1985 **A BLACK REPARATIONS' POEM.** “Where Is My Check?” A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.N.) Poem By NEETTA BLACK visit: http://bhcaberi.htmlplanet.com