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Alderman
One year the town Republicans
asked Pomp* if he would mind
if they put him up for office.
Pomp told them they were kind,
but he had seven children
and a wife he cared about:
He was too young to die--
which he sure would, without a doubt,
if his name stood on that ballot.
Two white men came to call
a few days later at his store,
younger than he, but tall
like he was. They told Pomp he was their brother:
"It ain't your fault you had a nigra mother".
They said they'd stand behind him if he ran.
After they left, the local Klu Klux Klan
sent Pomp a message: "Boy, we understand
you need to learn your place". And Pomp withdrew
because the Klan was wrong: By God, he knew.
asked Pomp* if he would mind
if they put him up for office.
Pomp told them they were kind,
but he had seven children
and a wife he cared about:
He was too young to die--
which he sure would, without a doubt,
if his name stood on that ballot.
Two white men came to call
a few days later at his store,
younger than he, but tall
like he was. They told Pomp he was their brother:
"It ain't your fault you had a nigra mother".
They said they'd stand behind him if he ran.
After they left, the local Klu Klux Klan
sent Pomp a message: "Boy, we understand
you need to learn your place". And Pomp withdrew
because the Klan was wrong: By God, he knew.
written by Marilyn Nelson, The Homeplace, 1989.
*Pomp is the term of endearment that she uses to describe her great uncle
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