Nikki Giovanni: Cincy's poet of discriminate
The fountain is back!
Unfortunately, some people took the opportunity not to celebrate but to discriminate and advance their political agenda, namely, poet (term used advisedly) Nilli Giovanni. Read her poetic rant here. In fairness, I liked it, right up to where she started the politics My letter to the editor of the Enquirer is as follows:
We too, are Cincinnati
We wore Northern blue.
We fought and died. to free those in chains
not because of politics
but because it was right.
Our people came from Europe's climes
seeking a new life, a fresh start,
not for just us but also for justice.
We recognize these Seven Hills,
for we built the neighborhoods across them.
Stonemasons, carpenters, craftsmen
skills we learned indentured.
We opened our hearts to those fleeing Northward
for the same life we had built for ourselves
We made our own way, took care of our own
We are Izzy's, Stengers and Kahns
We are the brewers that even Carrie Nation couldn't defeat
We weren't perfect, but we learned
Changes came slowly here, Twain knew us for that
But through it all we remained us.
Polite, respectful
We never used a celebration or a time of mourning
as a pulpit for our politics, to besmirch others names
Are you listening, Nikki, you scabrous scribbling slattern?
Things were different then, and they're different now
We still wear the blue
We still fight and die but
We no longer keep the peace, we persecute the "victims"
We were revered, we're now reviled
We don't keep the peace but pick up the pieces
We don't capitalize, we capitulate
We don't celebrate, we differentiate
Our city must be for all of us or
it will no longer be fit for any of us
and only Northern Kentucky will remain
Unfortunately, some people took the opportunity not to celebrate but to discriminate and advance their political agenda, namely, poet (term used advisedly) Nilli Giovanni. Read her poetic rant here. In fairness, I liked it, right up to where she started the politics My letter to the editor of the Enquirer is as follows:
We too, are Cincinnati
We wore Northern blue.
We fought and died. to free those in chains
not because of politics
but because it was right.
Our people came from Europe's climes
seeking a new life, a fresh start,
not for just us but also for justice.
We recognize these Seven Hills,
for we built the neighborhoods across them.
Stonemasons, carpenters, craftsmen
skills we learned indentured.
We opened our hearts to those fleeing Northward
for the same life we had built for ourselves
We made our own way, took care of our own
We are Izzy's, Stengers and Kahns
We are the brewers that even Carrie Nation couldn't defeat
We weren't perfect, but we learned
Changes came slowly here, Twain knew us for that
But through it all we remained us.
Polite, respectful
We never used a celebration or a time of mourning
as a pulpit for our politics, to besmirch others names
Are you listening, Nikki, you scabrous scribbling slattern?
Things were different then, and they're different now
We still wear the blue
We still fight and die but
We no longer keep the peace, we persecute the "victims"
We were revered, we're now reviled
We don't keep the peace but pick up the pieces
We don't capitalize, we capitulate
We don't celebrate, we differentiate
Our city must be for all of us or
it will no longer be fit for any of us
and only Northern Kentucky will remain
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