South Side Poetry Suite, Part II of VI
Continuing my post from yesterday, here is part two of my six-part suite of poems about the South Side of Chicago, White Flight, home, and exile, for National Poetry Month.
South Side Suite, Part II: The Set-Up
Meanwhile…
- Blacks in the Chi, for decades making green,
- seeing red in the ghetto, screened in by a greed machine.
- {beat} Try to rent outside, stay quiet;
- Terrorized by white race riots.
- No better in subsidized spots for veterans:
- “Welcome in! Here’s a firebomb to help you you settle in!”
- Well, then, ‘til ‘66, no fair housing;
- Restricted selling to Blacks was allowed,
- so neighborhood racists, with their priests, the phonies,
- had legal basis to keep it whites only,
- and even if you forage and uncover in this shortage,
- a pad, the government don’t insure mortgages
- for Blacks, so the banks, your loan they won’t back,
- so the only way to buy is from brokers on contract:
- build no equity, take on all the risk;
- one check late, then they can evict you,
- like a rental, except that repairs are your load,
- and they’ll pay the inspectors to catch you for code
- violation: collect it, resold, in rotation.
- Got rich ‘cause they rigged it, a trick, exploitation.
- Crunch the numbers, estimations say
- they bilked a million dollars a day
- from Black Chicago, then blamed them for slums,
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said, “Your culture’s the culprit; You live like bums!”
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Segregation — government policy,
- regulating with utter dishonesty.
- Peg their hate, gut the economy;
- {beat} check-taking judges paskening.
- But even when laws fall, out of the ghetto walls,
- where they ‘sposed to go when apostles of Paul
- ignite the crosses, lynch, and toss bricks?
- {beat} The Christ ethic of the white ethnics,
- huddling at mass, burning to free
- their turf from the taint of Blacks and liberty.
- “Please, go easy, no! You’re squeezing my throat!
- I’d very much rather keep my ears closed!
- Terror attacks the posse approach?!”
- Yeah, read Beryl Satter and Ta-Nehisi Coates.
- So most would choose to move near the Jews,
- the only Caucasian group who approved
- of integration, didn’t roll like criminals,
- political principle, like Diderot.
- Said, “Come, ring our bell”, like Biv Devoe,
- kiss under Mistletoe, get hitched, like Figaro.
- But here we go; I’ve got to bark and whistle blow;
- though it was far from Marquette Park or Cicero,
- ’cause there’s a dark, cold part of the hearts of the liberals.
- House gets sold to Blacks, they ditch and go,
- move out their home, in the middle of the night:
- no threats, no bricks, just split — White Flight.
- Donations to the NAACP
- don’t say Nada if Colored People make you retreat
- when they move to your street, go to school with your children,
- so you’re willing to freeze and lose all you’ve been building.
- Ignited a blight, overnight, I indict
- you: ‘66 is when the Jews became White.
Truly moving Aryeh!