South Seattle Emerald
ARTS & CULTURE
by Helen Collier
Living in the land of the Klan
There were no warnings that they were coming Millions of stars filled the night sky. Not a cloud in sight. Nothing prepared us for their coming. In the dead of night, their violence exploded; our lives were the target of their destruction.
Each way we turned, they defeated us. They burned our homes. They killed our babies, though we struggled to save them. What could we do when there was no one willing to help us? When their carnage was over, they left the dead behind. Among the horrors, reminding us of their coming, was a torn white sheet hanging from the branch of a tree where death had taken its bounty.