CounterPunch Exclusives

CounterPunch Exclusives

Ask me, there should be a bronze statue

of Crispus Attucks standing up next to Bill Russell

At city hall in Boston town

Home of the great molasses disaster of 1919

The tsunami of bean sauce flooding past Paul Revere’s church near the future site of the spectacular Brinks job, long before it was Prince spaghetti day in the North End, “Anthony! “came the mama’s cry, her little imp hearing her down at Haymarket where he was cuffing an apple after he’d already nicked a loaf of bread. “Anthony!”

Not just a statue, but a Jubilee

Led by the latest Miles Davis sing-along choir on horseback trumpets blasting out the Star-Spangled Banner, fuckin’ song never had it so good some black man will say, “I’m black alright I’ll never let them forget it.” Southie jeering from across the street, busing bricks in hand, looking separate, but I wouldn’t say equal per se; euphoria in the city of Champions, except for that one time at the marathon. Probably they knew about it and got it from some gitmo detainee guggling under water. don’t aks me, aks John Kiriakou. their tongues

And the south end is getting so an n-word can’t sleep at night, what with all the whites pouring in, coming back from the Symphony Hall, talking like extras from the set of Jordan Peele’s Get Out!Black folk peering from behind window curtains, wanting to shout down to the regentrifists  shut yo honky mows, but biting they tongue lest the motherfuckkas raise the rent and another n-word bites the dust.

And I remember when brother Scatman Crothers was lying awake in a motel 6 bed in Florida not far from the school where GW read that goofy story to the children about scapegoats before the boom boom happened, and Scat had a vision of the Overlook hotel he left behind and had a fatal urge to save some white asses and got there in the middle of the night, arriving on a snowcat, Bob Marley cassette tape jamming, and he got inside and shouted, Anybody here? and took a fireman’s axe to the chest, and he cry out,........

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