Tag Archives: July 4

“What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?” Frederick Douglass | July 5, 1852

It is often the tradition to read this speech at noon on July 3, in public places and that is a very good thing. If you did not attend such an occasion yesterday, would you take the time today to … Continue reading

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The Eve of the Fourth of July

I’ve loved the parades of other years with bicycles decorated, and children banging coffee-can drums, with cars decorated with streamers carrying the oldest citizens, with the well-rehearsed middle school band the cub scouts and blue birds daisy girls and a … Continue reading

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Ghosts reading people stories

(Having a hard time with the 4th this year suite — poem 2) I have a sweatshirt with little ghosts — the kind like white water droplets with faces and they’re sitting around a campfire with a grandma ghost reading … Continue reading

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Why I was turned down for the DAR

(Having a hard time with the 4th this year suite poem 1 — sometimes I just know there will be more) I only asked as a joke, you know — but it was true. Though most of my ancestors came … Continue reading

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July 4, 2018, This Land is Made for You and Me

Chorus This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. As I was walking … Continue reading

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O God we pray for America

O God we pray for America beautiful for spacious … schools and hospitals and homes, for amber and ebony, chalk and mahogany waves of immigrants, for purple grapes of California where those without undocuments labor, even for mountains of landfill … Continue reading

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Credible claim of bona fide relationship

I am a child of God, a refugee like Jesus, a neighbor to anyone who walks down anybody’s Jericho road, a seeker of sanctuary in a country with churches, synagogues, temples, mosques, stacked three deep on every block, a lover … Continue reading

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