Ainsley Hall came to America in 1800.
"Enterprise and perseverance
gave him success in trade."
His "enlightened views,"
His" liberal spirit,"
His "benevolence,"
His "ample fortune,"
His "unceasing 
Source of Relief to the Distressed."
So says his tombstone.

2009, a tour guide takes me
through a candlelit tour
of Ainsley's Hampton-Preston House.
 
"Isn't it nice," she says,
"that Sherman didn't burn this one?"
 
"See the table, set for the family.
See the lovely china.
See the toys for the children.
See how the family would gather here."

She does not mention 
Black hands preparing pies,
Black hands polishing silver,
Black hands lighting the candles
200 years ago.

"Look how they celebrated Christmas."
 
"Isn't it nice?"
 
Mammon's"enlightened views,"
Mammon's "liberal spirit,"
Mammon's "benevolence,"
Mammon's "ample fortune."
Isn't it nice?
 
February 17th, 1865.
Sherman marched
through my hometown.
Those "awful" union soldiers
burnt my city down.
But wasn't it nice here,
"Back in the day."

Isn't it nice they didn't burn this one?
"The house Ainsley Hall built."
Built on straining black backs
sweating in the Carolina heat.

Isn't it nice, they didn't burn this one?

February 17th, 2020.
President's day.
Americans went on holiday 
America is "Great Again."
Isn't it nice?
 
February 17th, 2020,
marked the beginning of
Ahmaud Arbery's last week
to walk this earth
to hug his mama.
 
March, 2020,
we went on lockdown.
But it wasn't so bad.
See how we stayed home,
Curled up with our closest loved ones.
Safer at home.

Unless your name was Breonna Taylor.

In April, 
Weren't you happy
hiding under your blankets?
While Mammon and the corporate gods
met at a table of pies and polished silver
With their "enlightened views,"
"liberal spirit,"
"benevolence,"
and "ample fortune"
to lend their aid the ailing economy.
 
 
Isn't it nice they didn't let this burn down?
 
May, 2020,
just weeks after mother's day,
George Floyd called out for his mama
once last time,
an officer's knee pressed into his neck:


"please
please
please I can’t breathe
please man
please somebody
please man
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
Please
man can’t breathe, 
my face
just get up
I can’t breathe
please 
I can’t breathe sh*t
I will
I can’t move
mama
mama"

George Floyd isn't breathing
For $20.
 
Eric Garner isn't breathing.
Breonna Taylor isn't breathing.
Ahmaud Arbery isn't breathing.
Jamar Clark isn't breathing.
Philando Castile isn't breathing.
Trayvon Martin isn't breathing.

The names stretch back in time
beyond Ainsley's home.
Can you hear mammon's laughter?
At the Hampton-Preston House
it's the crack of the whip 
on five-year-old Jacob Stroyer's back.
At Age 5 Master's favorite jockey
was whipped 
whenever the horse threw him.
 
"Isn't it nice?"
The children
have it better now.
We fixed all that in 1964.
Isn't it nice?
The white and black children
playing cop and robber
They come home safely.

Except for Tamir Rice

Isn't it nice
To see the white family gathered
After church for Sunday football.
But how dare that black man
beg on his knees
for children like Trayvon.
"That ungrateful black man."
"Doesn't he know what this country 
has done for black men like him?"

How dare the death of black folk
interrupt primetime TV.
 
Isn't it nice, 
Mammon's gift of bread and circuses.

"Isn't it nice,
they didn't burn this down?"
Ainsley's Hampton-Preston House.
74 slaves there,
so many more in the fields.
 
It's 2020,
Corporate America is on fire.
You question why.
Because wasn't it nice?
 
The southern belles strolling
through the fields with their parasols.
Wasn't that pretty?
 
I walk through
fields ripened by sunny days.
fields nourished by sweat
and blood that dripped 
from black backs.

These are the ugly images we want to ignore.
 
If we ignore our history
then we will forget.
And then, we will do it again.

We must not forget.

Today, stand in solidarity
with our brothers and sisters
who bled body and soul.
 
Build a new tomorrow
and give them the blood right 
of Kings and Queens 
who have paid the ultimate sacrifice.
For it is only right
that those who bleed
for the land
be crowned by it.

For it is only right
that the bricks built
on their backs
become their castle.

Because there is room for all
in the kingdom.
 
Because
this country
was not
built
by white men.
 
The mother of Justice 
will move the earth till
we can cry out 
in pain and acknowledgment
with their names.
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