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Our Child is Murdered, Jamar Clark

A Irish Tribute to Jamar Clark and James Weldon Johnson, NAACP founder, poet

By Patrick A. ODougherty, Harlem Renaissance, Relation

Written 12/1/2015 Union Station, St. Paul, Mn

I dreamed I saw James Weldon Johnson, poet, 

at the barricades and encampment in front of the 4th district police station

In Black Minneapolis honoring the death of Jamar Clark.

"Lift Every Voice and Sing," the Negro National Anthem, in their honor.

Should we, I ask, reject our roots for gentrified white suburban material comfort?

What is your ex-ethnic autobiography? Cry, cry out for Jamar Clark is not dead. He is resting in the bosom of Abraham and rocking in the soul of Black Like Me!

Bring the Black Bards of yesterday into this your sacred encampment and sacred fire. 

Then, Bring your trombones to Shiloh Temple International, and steal away from the encampment with Jamar Clark!

Patrick A. ODougherty

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