When I was thinking of things to share with you (blogosphere), I made a note to self to post the 2nd verse of “Lift Every Voice and Sing” (aka The Negro National Anthem).
After revisiting this hymn shortly after the election, I was struck by the prophetic nature of the poem, penned by James Weldon Johnson in 1900:
- Stony the road we trod,
- Bitter the chast’ning rod,
- Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
- Yet with a steady beat,
- Have not our weary feet
- Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
- We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
- We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
- Out from the gloomy past,
- ‘Til now we stand at last
- Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
(the bolded part is when the tears start flowing.)
Turns out Rev. Joseph E. Lowery and I were on the same page as he chimes in with the 3rd verse:
Not bragging, just saying. I’m honored by the connection.
Not trying to get too deep with y’all on a Weds 🙂 And honestly, I think it’s kind of weird that the main-stream media has been focusing so intently on slavery in connection with the election of our first “black” president- but that’s a whole ‘nother conversation. Just thought I’d share.
Until next time….
“…we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around … when yellow will be mellow … when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right.”
(c) Rev. Lowery
(((it’s OK, even President Obama had to chuckle)))