I was in an Introduction to English class and my professor played this video (this is graphic, if you’d rather not watch, the lyrics to the poem written by Abel Meeropol and sung by Billie Holiday are down below).
Abel Meeropol: Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
We need to reflect on how far we have come with issues of social injustice, but be critical of how far we still need to go. Discussing racism, sexism, and homophobia should not be reserved exclusively to February, we should be outraged all twelve months of the year. Though lynching may be outlawed, stones, guns, words, gas chambers, atomic bombs, nuclear weapons and words serve the same purpose.