For Willie Louis, an African-American man who testified against Roy Bryant and J.W. Milam in their trial for the murder of Emmett Till
the splintering,
aching oak of the witness
stand pierces his unbelted
khaki pants.
he bears witness to a crime
only punishable in the land
untilled by whitney’s gin.
the stare of twelve
white men burns
his smooth temple,
wishing to replace his cross
with barbed wire,
the cold marble floor
with the tallahatchie
The ebony hand of God
points to the bald-headed man
across the stand of injustice
a verdict rendered centuries
before that gavel’s bang,
when the white lion breached
the fertile ground of a stolen land.
an acquittal known to all
whose yard was laced
with a white picket fence and whose
houses were built
on a dream deferred.
their stares
speak a thousand words,
not one of which is
guilty.
Grade: 12
Cleveland Park
Old Town, VA
George Moses Horton
For my life, I would love to be a teacher and mold the minds of future generations. For the world, I dream of a more honest, compassionate, and fruitful society.
Mr. Ross, my English teacher.