- The fifth day of September, dressed in royal blue sweats with a minute hole in the right leg, I sat riding that forty-eight passenger limousine where people leave the driving to them. You see, my Porshe was in the shop.
- Stepping off my dream ride, I said, "Here I am," still wondering where the hell here was. My "chauffeur" then yelled exuberantly in his intercom, "St. Cloud, Minnesota . . . " as if I had approached the Bahamas, Rio de Janeiro, or some other exotic location. Visually surveying the area, I began looking around in absolute wonder. I also looked with a tad bit of disgust. I then took a deep breath and said, "Let's go with it." You see, it was on that day.
- Yes, worlds away. This was an environment quite foreign to me. It was almost primitive. Yet hardly inconceivable. I was ready though. I had to go there. It was there I began to receive the stares of wondrousness and idiotic astonishment with people whispering, "What is he doing her?" or "They'll let anybody in." Foolish people. It was rather impossible to take them seriously. I mean, what should one expect from people who know of nothing but themselves. I believe they do not know themselves as well as they think they do. Insecurity and ignorance may be lethal if one is unable to identify, analyze, and obliterate it before the soul is completely immersed in it.
- Anyway, my mission had just begun. I was here for a reason. I did not realize what it was at first, but now it is apparent. For I am destined to be free. Free to do what, you ask?
- Free to ride the wings of the wind
distantly where it all begins . . . on that day.To the shores of the Motherland
Where civilization first began . . . on that day.Son of ADAM, Daughter of EVE
Africa's children thou wast conceived . . . on that day.Culture depleted, lives unfurled
To the old existence of the alleged new world . . . on that day.For three hundred years the days do run
To seek the day the deed was done
To all dark children young and old
Lynched and beaten to reveal their souls . . . on that day.The screams of anguish and shrieks of grief
Enabling spirit to be set free
Knowing my own shall certainly be . . . on that day. - Stepping off my dream ride, I said, "Here I am," still wondering where the hell here was. My "chauffeur" then yelled exuberantly in his intercom, "St. Cloud, Minnesota . . . " as if I had approached the Bahamas, Rio de Janeiro, or some other exotic location. Visually surveying the area, I began looking around in absolute wonder. I also looked with a tad bit of disgust. I then took a deep breath and said, "Let's go with it." You see, it was on that day.
On That Day
by Jason Kendrick
and is funded through a St. Cloud State University
(St. Cloud, Minnesota) Cultural Diversity Committee allocation.
Contributors retain all rights to their work.
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Last update: 10 May 2000
URL: http://leo.stcloudstate.edu/kaleidoscope/volume2/onthatday.html