By Deborah Levine

Not every day does a White woman ponder Black history

Of what it means to her and her life

Yet I find myself thinking on my early island years

Where racial injustice was quietly rife.

When so much was unspoken, so little needed saying

Churches were separate and shops were, too

While White schools were private, Black schools were public

They had each other, I was the only Jew.

Twenty years passed and the island struggle emerged

Echoing the Movement here in the U. S.

Many brave souls stood together, some White most Black

Some stood alone, may God bless.

If there is one lesson to be learned from fighting the good fight

It's to seek justice, not ask for charity

Repairing the world is God’s command and His blessing

And it’s given my path meaning and clarity.