Southern trees bear 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.
Emancipation and "Strange Fruit" poster from The Library
Strange Fruit poem by Lewis Allen; recorded by Billie Holiday '39
and Cassandra Wilson '96.
Bayonete and "Colored Only" from the documentary Martin Luther
King, Jr.: A Historical Perspective.
I put this work together after being inspired by the documentary on Dr.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
It seems to me that today in the early 21st Century, racism, sexism,
and classism are alive and well.
It also seems to me that we in America have become a nation of Consumers.
Where is the America we
fought for so hard and so long? So, in hopes of raising awareness, and
to "effect positive changes," I made this piece.