Undocumented: Great Lakes Poets Laureate on Social Justice

Undocumented: Great Lakes Poets Laureate on Social Justice

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Overview

Focusing on contemporary issues, this text showcases a large collection of regional poets laureate writing on subjects critical to understanding social justice as it relates to the Great Lakes region. Undocumented: Great Lakes Poets Laureate on Social Justice includes writing by seventy-eight poets who truly represent the diversity of the Great Lakes region, including Rita Dove, Marvin Bell, Crystal Valentine, Kimberly Blaeser, Mary Weems, Karen Kovacik, Wendy Vardaman, Zora Howard, Carla Christopher, Meredith Holmes, Karla Huston, Joyce Sutphen, and Laren McClung, among others. City, state, and national poets laureate with ties to Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Minnesota, New York, Ohio, Ontario, Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin appear in these pages, organized around themes from the Southern Poverty Law Center’s “Ten Ways to Fight Hate: A Community Response Guide,” calling on readers to act on behalf of victims of social injustice.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781611863086
Publisher: Michigan State University Press
Publication date: 03/01/2019
Edition description: 1
Pages: 350
Sales rank: 1,179,941
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Ron Riekki is an award-winning poet, novelist, and playwright. He edited The Way North, Here, and And Here.
Andrea Scarpino is the author of poetry collections Once Upon Wing Lake, What the Willow Said as It Fell, and Once, Then. She served as Poet Laureate of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula from 2015 to 2017.
 

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CHAPTER 1

ACT


"In the face of hate, silence is deadly. Apathy will be interpreted as acceptance — by the perpetrators, the public, and — worse — the victims. If left unchallenged,
hate persists and grows."



Trayvon, Redux

Rita Dove United States Poet Laureate (born in Akron, Ohio)

It is difficult / to get the news from poems / yet men die miserably every day / for lack / of what is found there. / Hear me out / for I too am concerned / and every man / who wants to die at peace in his bed / besides.

— William Carlos Williams, "Asphodel, that Greeny Flower"


Move along, you don't belong here.
This is what you're thinking. Thinking drives you nuts these days, all that talk about rights and law abidance when you can't even walk your own neighborhood in peace and quiet, get your black ass gone.
You're thinking again. Then what?
Matlock's on TV and here you are,
vigilant, weary, exposed to the elements on a wet winter's evening in Florida when all's not right but no one sees it.
Where are they — the law, the enforcers blind as a bunch of lazy bats can be,
holsters dangling from coat hooks above their desks as they jaw the news between donuts?

Hey! It tastes good, shoving your voice down a throat thinking only of sweetness.
Go on, choke on that. Did you say something?
Are you thinking again? Stop! — and
get your ass gone, your blackness,
that casual little red riding hood
I'm just on my way home attitude

as if this street was his to walk on.
Do you hear me talking to you? Boy.
How dare he smile, jiggling his goodies in that tiny shiny bag, his black paw crinkling it,
how dare he tinkle their laughter at you.

Here's a fine basket of riddles:
If a mouth shoots off and no one's around to hear it, who can say which came first — push or shove, bang or whimper?
Which is news fit to write home about?


I Do Not Trust People Who Hang American Flags on Their Front Porches

Crystal Valentine New York City Youth Poet Laureate

like predators displaying a gnawed carcass,
still wet and furnace enough to keep its bones warm but not breathing, in front of their howling wasteland with the carcass's mangled fur serving as the only
  welcome mat.
I know a man who carries a gun in his
  front pocket just to remind me he can scatter my pulse across my
  front yard without a newspaper making a sound.

The man, of course, is my president.
The gun, his cabin that he chauffeurs around like a freshly polished ammunition belt.

Once he caught my eye through the television set,
held it for so long that my mother had to run and get the Bible, lay hands on me,
whisper prayers to a God who did not spare her father.

Now she doesn't ask why I don't watch Fox Five,
why I look away from the screen, cover my eyes as if my ears can't see the bullets too.

I will only watch the news if God's mouth appears in front of a blue charted screen in place of the
  anchorman,
apologizes as his tongue splits his lips into another
  eulogy:

And on Tuesday there is a 50 percent chance of mothers wading across sidewalks once christened by their daughters' double-dutch cord.

And on Wednesday bullets will hail from the sky upon River Park Towers and we will only cover the story about the mother who threw her baby from the tower's gasping window hoping the river's arms would baptize her child before she is transferred, like so many other wet and wailing bodies, to my front steps.
And Thursday will be the 3rd day in a row that Jimmy does not rise from his casket and the police will have to come stop his father from clawing at the state-owned soil with his bare hands.
And on Friday —



When you are housed in a body as dark and shifting as mine there will always be a casket overflowing with new names for
  rain.

Once, the American flag draped its cotton body over my God's good sermon and my family down in South Carolina went up in flames.
A whole generation on my mother's side contorted to ash because their throats could not devour their own smoke.
My mother asked if I wanted to wear pigtails to the funeral,
like I did when I was a child.

That flag curves in the wind like a smile right next to your front door.

Of the many ways to say: Please Stand

Kimberly Blaeser Wisconsin Poet Laureate

1. [TEXT NOT REPRODUCIBLE IN ASCII.], Partial Differential Equation

What we erase from polite conversation. Bodies on fire. The historic cleansing of the landscape, the sweep of humanity west, west, west. Environmental r ism.

All things being equal, things are never equal. Think of scope. Like the reach of the imperial. Or consider variables. Value. Or commodity. Ways of seeing. Seven generations into the past; seven generations into the future. Angles and perspectives. Convenience policy, a tally mark across generations. Uranium mining. Atomic bomb detonation at White Sands. A complicated table of fallout factors. Plume of greatness.

Or how to solve for survival.

2. Zongide'en, Be Brave.

Another partial differential equation. Let's say a corporation proposes a mine. Variables include Tyler Forks. Bad. Potato. Rivers. A 22-mile, 22,000-acre strip of land. Jobs. Maanomin. Open pit. Exceptional or outstanding resource waters. Legislation. Iron oxide. Fish. Blasting and pulverizing. New legislation.

The functions depend upon the continuous variables. Fluid flow, for example. And changing laws. Somewhere along the granite line, someone enters. Let's say they have put down one life and taken up another: the solution of the PDE.

Warriors (walleye, Indian, new-age) face arbitrary functions. Changing laws. Guards. Guns. If the life is stretched over two points. It vibrates. We cannot measure that vibration in this generation. We can sing it, or make it into light.

History Lesson

Oscar Mireles Poet Laureate of Madison, Wisconsin


My mother Elisa was picketing outside the cattle car trains that were quietly lined up to deport Mexican nationals from Minneapolis Minnesota in the 1920s Yes, it was her and three other women,
my Aunt Juanita and two friends Carmen and Josie Flores they were afraid to hold up the picket signs that protested the mass deportations yet were more afraid worse things would happen if they didn't do anything A local policeman warned them it would be best if they left otherwise he would be forced to take action but they stood there waving their picket sign like a flag as the last train fell into the sunset


The Arc

Rob Hardy Poet Laureate of Northfield, Minnesota


The Edmund Pettus Bridge rises in a long arc a hundred feet above the Alabama River.
On Sunday, the seventh of March, 1965,
the men and women marching out of Selma couldn't see until they'd reached the top of the arc the violence waiting for them on the other side.
They thought they saw death waiting in the wall of billy clubs raised to block the road ahead.
But the marchers followed that descending arc,
still believing it would bend toward justice.
Sometimes we seem to have come so far,
to have risen near the height of history's moral arc,
only to descend. But we keep moving forward.
We come from different places and different faiths,
to live together in this city of bridges, where the land arcs upward on either side of a moody river,
dreamed into this sacred space by a man who believed in brotherhood, who believed in justice,
who believed that we would all join hands and walk together into the promised land.
Dr. King understood that belief is a bridge to carry us from where we are to where we want to be.
To get there, we still have to rise up and march.
The arc of the moral universe still needs the weight of people standing together to make it bend.


"A Piece of American History"

Mary Weems Poet Laureate of Cleveland Heights, Ohio

George Zimmerman's description of the gun he used to kill Trayvon Martin

Murder, Murder most foul.
News reporter's eyes dim as she talks

picture of the gun is shown it looks used and dull as a dead face

I smell blood in the body before it is spilled innocence and skittles innocence and skittles

I am still as a breezeless summer night anger leaves footprints that follow Trayvon walking home listening to God's trombone

I read "The starting price is five thousand dollars" wonder how this amount compares to the Black lives killed since Trayvon without anyone being found guilty of a crime.


Adagio

Karen Kovacik Indiana Poet Laureate

after Tranströmer


This morning I rip out forty flawed rows of a beloved scarf. The unraveling

makes the yarn loops quiver. This span that would have warmed your neck

surrenders in quick breaths. Last night four horsemen bloodied the electoral map.

Now I again cross my needles,
find the rough pulse of the yarn.

How small the future is: a poke,
a wrap, then slipping off.

The slowest of music, this adagio:
blue notes climb and descend

the cryptic staff of a wool concerto,
my only flag. It signals: "We contest."

Knitters in every language twist and lift.
It's the quietest revolution.


mend in progress

Wendy Vardaman Poet Laureate of Madison, Wisconsin

fix | mend | repair | restore | darn | heal | overhaul | service | patch | piece | rehabilitate | renew |
stitch | square | correct | right | resolve | amend | recover | ameliorate | revamp | knit | recondition |
refit | refurbish | rejuvenate | rectify | rebuild | reconstruct | connect | balance | tune | rivet | zip |
accommodate | adjust | renovate | modify | make do | revise | alter | help | recuperate | improve |
reclaim | treat | remedy | palliate | attend | do up | soothe | weld | hook | resuscitate | revive | salve |
revivify | regenerate | reconcile | reanimate | harmonize | dress | conciliate | doctor | fasten | join |
link | secure | tie | unite | weave | assemble | rally | save | reclaim | bridge | rebuild | suture | solder |
button | transform


Red White and Blue Seuss

Zora Howard New York City Youth Poet Laureate


One youth Two youth Our kids Uncouth Skin brown Face down Hands up Black brute Your hood My hood Face slammed Car hood Cop cars Stay parked Your block My block Streets like Land mines Black op Men marked Law stop Law frisk Law strike Leave scars Law just Law kill Law will Walk still Tell him Scold him Black boy Doctrine Five O Hunt us Target Practice Young Defenseless Labeled Reckless Light begets Us fire won't End us


A System Cannot Fail

Carla Christopher Poet Laureate of York, Pennsylvania


If I don't break the law,
maybe they won't kill me.

If I don't steal cigarettes,
sell cigarettes,
carry weapons,
carry toy weapons,
carry Halloween costume weapons,
cell phones that bulge a pocket like a weapon,
pill bottles that curve my hand like a hand that probably wants to,
or might have once held at one point,
a weapon

If I promise not to defend myself against their weapons,
maybe they won't kill me.

If I don't drink liquor,
or soda with my skittles If I don't eat my words before spitting back the injustice I'm choking on I ... STILL ... can't ... breathe

If I don't breathe,
maybe they won't kill me.

Or maybe no matter what I do they will come for me,
through the wires of my cell phone,

through the vaccine-filled needle,
through sentencing and prosecution,
through protection from indictment,
through the ghosts of Tuskegee,
through the slice of a knife dividing my piece of American pie into a revisited 3/5th compromise

If you can kill me, and it only counts some of the time does it not dehumanize me completely?

I am a Black woman

and since that dug my grave the day my mother gave me life,
at least let me hold that

and drag it like a nigger chained to the back of a rough road riding flatbed.

I WILL riot in my mind and in my lines and in my ideas — until the matrix overloads and my rioting explodes into the streets,
crumpling metal and shattering the glass of soul eye windows and double-pained ceilings,

until the heat from my rage incinerates page and screen and stage and my meaning rises like a sword wielding phoenix from Biblical ashes

I will take The Tower down.


Reclaimed

Carla Christopher Poet Laureate of York, Pennsylvania

My afro is a hipster halo mimicking the sun,
my dashiki another sneaky reference to the Black Butterfly I have become since discarding the sticky chrysalis of a monochromatic existence —
my colors run unchecked through finish lines and pearly gates I am Heaven
's gold streets I am Oya, sister and life mate of Chango I dance with fire and rule the winds and I go wherever I please, these feet tap dance to the rhythm of destiny Ease on down,
  ease on down ...
skin so rich and golden brown desert and soil fight to claim me but I am
  still The Sun's.


not telling the truth

Joel Lipman Poet Laureate of Lucas County, Ohio

CHAPTER 2

UNITE

"Call a friend or coworker. Organize allies from churches, schools, clubs, and other civic groups. Create a diverse coalition. Include children, police, and the media. Gather ideas from everyone, and get everyone involved."

Sacred Stone Camp

Kimberly Blaeser Wisconsin Poet Laureate


140 years after Little Big Horn,
after gold hungry prospectors trespassed onto Lakota land in violation of the Treaty of Fort Laramie,
new oil hungry corporations threaten to repeat that history —
repeat the violation of tribal sovereignty repeat brutality toward Native people repeat disregard for the valor of earth the sacredness of the resources of this planet the waters that give us life.

When our waters are threatened,
I stand with Standing Rock.
When tribal treaties are disregarded,
I stand with Standing Rock.
When sacred sites are desecrated,
I stand with Standing Rock.
When armed militia mace peaceful protestors,
I stand with Standing Rock.


Moving oil makes money — spilled oil contaminates water.
When 783 million people do not have access to clean water,
when 3,300 ruptures or leaks of crude oil and liquefied natural gas have occurred on U.S. pipelines in the last six years,
we do not need another precarious pipeline.
The Lakota People will not become rich from oil passing through their lands —
the Missouri River is their wealth.

In the Dakota plains the people of Standing Rock do not need the prophesied Black Snake slithering false promises of energy independence —
the ageless force of prairie winds is power.
If the Dakota Access Pipeline is too dangerous for the populations of
  Bismarck it is too dangerous for the Native people of Standing Rock.

When we are not equal under the law,
I stand with Standing Rock.
When the gate price of oil bankrupts our future,
I stand with Standing Rock.
When the fossil fuel agenda bulldozes dissent,
I stand with Standing Rock.
When Indigenous nations come together for Water,
I stand with Standing Rock.


When Indigenous nations gather to sing, dance, and pray,
we don't need rubber bullets shot point blank we don't need cavalry history repeated.
At a peaceful protest by Water Protectors we don't need attack dogs we don't need faces maced we don't need women locked in cages.
We need energy justice we need a leader who says stop a judicial system that says stop —
stop illegal digging stop penalizing the poor stop ignoring climate change stop fracking stop desecrating sacred sites stop endangering our waters.

When Indigenous Nations from the Sami to the Sarayaku have sent delegations to Sacred Stone Camp to stand with Indigenous Water Protectors,
where do you stand?
I stand with Standing Rock.
When Indigenous people are
4 percent of the population,
but stand as protectors for more than 80 percent of the world's biodiversity,
where do you stand?
I stand with Standing Rock.


My Mother's Pussy Hat

Rob Hardy Poet Laureate of Northfield, Minnesota


On Monday, an ice storm postponed the Martin Luther King celebration.
Ice coated the streets and the sidewalks.
There was no firm footing anywhere.
Overnight, the rain turned to snow and the world went suddenly white.
On Tuesday morning, I cleared the ice from the sidewalk in front of the house,
because this is how we do things in a cold climate: we give ourselves hernias so that others won't break their necks.
A sidewalk reminds me that the borders of our lives are porous, that to tend our own small frontage on democracy we must take on the burden of strangers,
and put our backs into the work.
I spent the whole week wondering how.
On Friday afternoon, a dense fog rose,
too much like the ghost of something we had left to die. In spite of the darkness and unsteady hands, my eighty-year-old mother stayed up all night knitting herself a hat. All night it grew from its long umbilicus of yarn,
taking the shape of something both pantherine and gynecological.
When Saturday dawned, pink and hopeful,
my mother's pussy hat was one of millions, as if with enough pink yarn women could knit a whole nation back together.

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Foreword Lisa Russ Spaar xiii

Editors' Notes xv

Who We Are, What Is Ours: An Introduction Denise Sweet xvii

Prologue Andrea Scarpino xxi

Resolve Louise Bogan xxvii

Rosa Rita Dove xxviii

Act: "In the face of hate, silence is deadly. Apathy will be interpreted as acceptance-by the perpetrators, the public, and-worse-the victims. If left unchallenged, hate persists and grows."

Trayvon, Redox Rita Dove 3

I Do Not Trust People Who Hang American Flags on Their Front Porches Crystal Valentine 5

Of the many ways to say: Please Stand Kimberly Blaeser 7

History Lesson Oscar Mireles 8

The Arc Rob Hardy 9

"A Piece of American History" Mary Weems 10

Adagio Karen Kovacik 11

Mend in progress Wendy Vardaman 12

Red White and Blue Seuss Zora Howard 13

A System Cannot Fail Carla Christopher 15

Reclaimed Carla Christopher 18

Not telling the truth Joel Lipman 19

Unite: "Call a friend or coworker. Organize allies from churches, schools, clubs, and other civic groups. Create a diverse coalition. Include children, police, and the media. Gather ideas from everyone, and get everyone involved."

Sacred Stone Camp Kimberly Biaeser 23

My Mother's Pussy Hat Rob Hardy 26

Sophia tells me Carson Borbely 27

Evangelist Cavana I. O. Faithwalker 29

Heat Rob Rolfe 32

The Hole Rob Rolfe 33

The Real World Meredith Holmes 34

Nogales, Arizona Karla Huston 35

Raising the Flag Howard D. Paap 36

Bawaajige Kimberly Blaeser 38

I Say Amen Joyce Sutphen 40

For Ibrahim Qashoush Laren McClung 41

Calligraphy Joel Lipman 42

Support Victims: "Let victims know you care. Support them with comfort and protection."

Regarding the Care of Homeless Children Kimberly Blaeser 45

Tecoani and Alejandro Rick Kearns 48

Monochrome Prison Aliki Barnstone 50

Your Neck: A History Karen Kovacik 51

Nameless Rebecca Zseder 53

Gray Note Mary Weems 55

Mercy William Trowbridge 56

Esperancia Barbara Buckman Strasko 59

No Details Rob Rolfe 60

The Potter's Hand Norbert Krapf 61

Return to the Surface of the Earth Wearing My Miner's Helmet with Its Third Eye Russell Thorburn 63

Some Things I've Noticed about Jesus Ellie Schoenfeld 65

North Star David Jones 67

Our home on native land Damian lopes 69

BeriBeri Joel Lipman 72

Do Your Homework: "An informed campaign improves its effectiveness."

Bacteria Donald Hall 75

Bully Bliss Tony Pena 76

She Is So Fragile, This Figure, Set Here to Stand Sarah Sadie (Busse) 77

Black and White Photographs Joyce Sutphen 79

American Psalm: Viola Liuzzo-American Hero M. L. Liebler 80

The Narcissistic Poets Mad-Lib Kevin Stein 81

Postcards of the Homefront Kevin Stein 83

The ballad of lauta nelson Yolanda Wisher 85

The Progress of Servitude George Elliott Clarke 90

The True History of Jesse Williams George Elliott Clarke 94

Pulling Out James Armstrong 99

Burial Ground Larry Jensen 101

Visitations Emilio DeGrazia 103

Carina Peter Meinke 104

La mémorial des martyrs français de la déportation Damian Lopes 105

Patriotism Ken McCullough 108

Signs of the Times Howard D. Paap 109

Mortality varies Joel Lipman 111

Create an Alternative: "Every act of hatred should be met with an act of love and unity…Hold a unity rally or parade to draw media attention away from hate."

Thirty-Six-Thirty Carla Christopher 115

Why Our Boys Create Their Own Scars: A Mother's Lament Carla Christopher 117

Holstein and Stones Patricia J. Goodrich 119

Idle No More: Dec 19/1012 Fred Wah 121

Confiscated Weapons Christopher Bursk 122

Close Your Eyes, I Tell the Men Christopher Bursk 124

Social Justice George Bowering 126

Dixie Land Blues Naomi Long Madgett 127

I Whip My Hair Back and Forth Crystal Valentine 128

We Are Born with Our Hands Bleeding Crystal Valentine 130

Devils Plague Cavana I. O. Faithwalker 131

Beyond the last sandbar John B. Lee 132

The Geo-Politics of Uptown Skunks Rick Kearns 135

Eleanor Beardsley in Paris Joyce Sutphen 137

Lady Freedom Among Us Rita Dove 138

Make them think I am king Joel Lipman 140

Speak Up: "Hate must be exposed and denounced … An informed and unified community is the best defense against hate"

Comprehensive List / of All Benefits / to Being Disabled / in Contemporary America Jim Ferris 143

Voices Rebecca Zseder 144

I Was A Male Impersonator for 40 Years Christine Howey 146

The Female Circumspection Act Christine Howey 148

Let The Poets In Craig Czury 150

Passage Pauletta Hansel 152

Thirteen Ways of Looking at Smog Anna Yin 153

For All the Russian Wolfhounds-the Borzoi-Slaughtered During the Revolution, 1917 George Kalamaras 156

Pack-A-Day Dog George Kalamaras 158

The Shell-Shocked Rocking Chair Roger Nash 160

Dance of the Old Year, 2016 Anna Yin 162

West of Syria Patricia Clark 163

The Man on the Train or. What J Have Been Named Into Otter Jung-Allen 165

I'm Gonna Get the DTs over DT in the DC Christine Howey 166

Little Napoleon / or: Foreign Policy Marvin Bell 168

Atonement Heather H. Thomas 169

November 10, 2016 Pauletta Hansel 170

How ma / ny flags / were too / many fla / gs for / the dead Joel Lipman 171

Lobby Leaders: "Elected officials and other community leaders can be important allies [in the fight against hate]."

Freedom Ride Rita Dove 175

The Book of the Dead Man (Desperate in America) Marvin Bell 177

There Was a Man [excerpts] Andrea Scarpino 179

Re Politics of Location Fred Wah 182

Women's March Siduri Beckman 183

George Popham Joel Lipman 184

Look Long Range: "Expand your community's comfort zones so you can learn and live together."

Chazen ArtUW at the First Folio Exhibit the day after a woman loses the presidency like a heart balloon ripped from her fist Wendy Vardaman 187

Tribal Mound, Earth Sutra Kimberly Blaeser 190

After Rivers Tom Cull 192

[Short Film With Gun and Flame] Dennis Hinrichsen 195

Signs of Life in a Sundown City Samuel Hazo 198

It's Okay if we wreck this planet Sue MacLeod 199

Silo L. S. Klatt 201

Kandahar time Damian Lopes 202

Waiting for Independence Day Fireworks 2013 Martin Achatz 206

Fire on the Waters Aliki Barnstone 208

Code Word Joel Lipman 209

Teach Tolerance: "Bias is learned early, often at home. Schools can offer lessons in tolerance and acceptance. Host a diversity and inclusion day on campus. Reach out to young people who nay be susceptible to hate group propaganda and prejudice."

Trouble Writing Siduri Beckman 213

Tempting Mystery Karla Huston 217

Foreshadowing Means Nothing to Us Kids Thomas O'Connell 219

Diversity Day Yolanda Wisher 220

Blues & vision for PS whatever Yolanda Wisher 221

Paper Dolls Thomas Leduc 225

For Which It Stands Samuel Hazo 226

This Great Lake Town Larry Jensen 228

The Brooder House Rabbits Rodney Torreson 230

Ground Truthing on her twentieth day Liz Zetlin 232

Wait Whitman on the TTC David Helwig 234

Imagination is Your First History Teacher Gail Bellamy 235

Talking to Strangers Deborah Cooper 236

The Warnings Liz Zetlin 238

Blues for PS Whatever 2 Yolanda Wisher 240

Mistakes Joel Lipman 241

Dig Deeper: "Tolerance, fundamentally, is a personal decision. It comes from an attitude that is learnable and embraceable: a belief that every voice matters, that all people are valuable, that no one is 'less than'… Look inside yourself for prejudices and stereotypes. Build your own cultural competency, then keep working to expose discrimination wherever it happens-in housing, employment, education, and more."

A Poem Does Invite Sarah Sadie (Busse) 245

After Dr. Bonganjalo Goba's Death Sandra Fees 247

The farm wife receives a certified letter Shari Wagner 249

Keeping Time at the Family Detention Center Sandra Fees 250

Asylum Thwarted Sandra Fees 252

On Grief: November 2016 Pauletta Hansel 254

Contagious Jim Ferris 257

A Life Reborn Howard D. Paap 260

The Rhoads Family Shari Wagner 262

He tells me John B. Lee 264

À Rimini George Elliott Clarke 267

Dialectics Sheila Packa 273

If Only Sarah Sadie (Busse) 274

20 Percent Laurence Sansone 275

Inflammatory Conditions Joel Lipman 276

What Can You Do?: "Pick up the phone. Call friends and colleagues. Host a neighborhood or community meeting. Speak up in church. Suggest some action. Sign a petition. Attend a vigil. Lead a prayer. Report acts of hate-fueled vandalism, as a neighborhood or a community. Use whatever skills and means you have. Offer your print shop to make fliers. Share your musical talents at a rally. Give your employees the afternoon off to attend. Be creative. Take action. Do your part to fight hate."

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