“Photography helps me look at the world in a more creative way. It expresses me in ways I cannot write down for people. My vision is to bring my viewers deep into what I am seeing through my eye and out through my lens. People have a story to tell. Why not capture it.”

Tyre Nichols

How lucky was I to be watching fleets of birds

Flying over the winter fields the skeletal trees

To have walked and been sung to by trilling wrens

And happy pale children and dogs chasing through the park

Having nothing to fear and savoring peace—


—while a young man of color is kidnapped

By police vigilantes murdered in measured steps

Tortured in the process while he called for his mom

The spiritual “Killing Black Youth With Our Song”

When will we ever learn never never never—


—in a world custom made for The Pale a rigged game

And I never knew it until now my White miracle

The luxury of growing old and unchallenged

And welcomed with open Pale Aryan arms

I am free the unfairness is bargain-basement fate—


—Tyre Nichols fairy tale boy of the Dark Wood

Ogres grim relentless waiting to steal away his life

Driving home is the crime the crime of place of horror

And there is no philosopher to explain this

And God is silent his will be done the Black child cursed—


—and when if ever will it end the rigged White deck

And guilt will not change it and emojis will not change it

And prayers will not change it and marches will not change it

And religion will not change it and DNA does not change it

The fact our species born of Africa is denounced is comfortless—


—so we await the next episode of SCORPION squads USA

Stalking children in city streets to hurt spray choke them

And Tyre’s mother and Tyre’s friends and Tyre’s old teachers

Beat their breasts for senselessness for absurdity hopeless

For it will not end it will not end it will not end it will not—


—how gifted am I and rich and White vibrant White free

Not knowing not wanting to know the pain of Blackness of hate

The luxury of growing old and unchallenged and free

O White o Purity o Numbness o Bliss o sweet sweet Ignorance

And having nothing to fear and savoring peace—

About Eugene Jones Baldwin

I am a writer: non-fiction, fiction, journalism (Alton Telegraph), essays (The Genehouse Chronicles) and have a website: I've published a couple dozen short stories and had eleven plays produced. Current projects: "Brother of the Stones" (available on Kindle), a book of short stories; "The Faithful Husband of the Rain, short stories"; "A Black Soldier's Letters Home, WWII,;" "There is No Color in Justice," a commentary on racism; "Ratkillers," a new play. I am an avocational archaeologist and I take parts of my collection of several thousand Indian artifacts (personal finds) to schools, nature centers, libraries etc. and talk about the 20,000 year history of The First people in Illinois. (See link to website) I'm also a playwright (eleven plays produced), musician, historian (authority on the Underground Railroad in Illinois, the Tuskegee Airmen) and teacher.
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