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Uploaded UploadedDark Soldier
UploadedLetter to James G. Spady March 17 1983
UploadedScarecrow: the Road to Toulouse 1
UploadedScarecrow: the Road to Toulouse 2
UploadedEmmett Till (with annotations)
UploadedRacism in France 2
UploadedRacism in France 1
UploadedDraft, Haiku for Racists Remembered
UploadedRacism in France 3



!["[ca. 1945] “DARK SOLDIER” By J. A. Emanuel, 642 Ord Am Co, Mindanao, P.I. Dark soldier, where were you When evil from the sky First fell upon your countrymen Who could do naught but die? I know--you, too, were at your post, Your lifeblood ebbed away. You gave your first full measure That famed December day. Dark solder, was your manhood there At your wounded country’s side? Or, did you di savow your kin, And creep away to hide? I know, you, too, took up your harms, Beside the fair-skinned man. You bore with you your mother’s prayers And sailed to the foreign land. You were maligned, dark soldier, While you were in the fray. The onslaughts of your countrymen Beshamed the American way. Dark soldier, how did you meet your death By the hand of friend and foe? What was your prayer as you gave your life For a land that treats you so? I know your prayer, dark solider: “America, you take my sons in hand And let them live the way they plan, The way I died for them--a man.” [*For original see Subject File, Military service.] "](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/c/3/1/c31a79f6-40fc-47ab-b8eb-57491a52e67a/attachment/1b109f3b92937b4231e86883d753d619.jpg)



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[*”Emmett Till”: The footnote on page 4 of Mailing #1 refers to the murder of the 14-year-old boy. The editors of the anthology Mandals: Literature for Critical Analysis first noted the legendary quality intended in this poem. Chaucer’s story of the rumored whistling by the murdered boy whose throat was cut in the ghetto, as remembered by the poet in this case, made the connection with Emmett Till that inspired the writing of the poem.*]
Emmett Till1
I hear a whistling
Through the water.
Little Emmett
Won’t be still.
He keeps floating
Round the darkness,
Edging through
The silent chill.
Tell me, please,
That bedtime story
Of the fair
River Boy
Who swims forever,
Deep in treasures,
Necklaced in
A coral toy.
1963
1963
1In 1955, Till, a fourteen-year-old from Chicago, for allegedly whistling at a white woman in Mississippi, was murdered by white men who tied a gin mill fan around his neck and threw his body into the Tallahatchie River.
[*The footnote in the widely-known The Norton Introduction to Poetry, 3d edn, 1986, reads: “In 1955, a fourteen-year-old from Chicago, was lynched in Mississippi for allegedly making improper advances toward a white woman.”*]](https://cuny.manifoldapp.org/system/resource/9/a/9/9a9bb7e2-4260-43d7-a93b-b61751891f6f/attachment/10c5511aa0d725d51e9e5a937fa5a868.jpg)



