by Marie Elena
“They call me Mr. Tibbs.” ~ Virgil Tibbs, In the Heat of the Night
It’s 1967. I’m 9 years old. My dad is explaining the gist of a movie I am not allowed to see. I don’t want to see the movie. More than that, I don’t want to see the nightly news.
It’s 2020. My granddaughter is 9 years old. As in ’67, I don’t want to see the news. Yet, there is a difference in the images this time: Many protesters and police officers are wearing masks, attempting to protect those they see, from a virus they can’t.
The Long Hot Summer
of Nineteen Sixty Seven
begs us take a knee.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020