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1 " Glad someone shot deserved to be shot finally,George Wallace. After you send your basket of balmsAnd berries for the girls the bomb buried in Birmingham,After you add your palms to the psalms & palm coveredCaskets of the girls the bomb buried in Birmingham,I’ll muster a pinch of prayer for you. You are the blindProtagonist of a story that begins, “In my previous lifeMy work involved returning runaway slaves to slavery,”And ends with the image of a black nurse pushingYour old ass in a wheelchair. Can you guess what blackFolk passing empty cotton fields feel, George Wallace?I damn you with the opposite of that feeling. I keep thinkingI’m confessing for the first time, the reason I fear you,And you keep asking why I’m telling this old story again. "
― Terrance Hayes, , American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin
