In the 1930’s school teacher Abel Meeropol wrote the poem Strange Fruit. In 1939 Billie Holiday recorded the song. In every generation there is an effort to convince the masses that the hateful actions that occurred in the past are finished and that what happens today is different. Don’t be convinced of this lie.
Please read the poem/song
Strange Fruit below:
Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies 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 magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather,
for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot,
for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop