Sep 2016
I am no longer master of my time
Master of these greynesses of time
What flowers can I weave for Emmett Till
the child whose soul in mine
lies bleeding....
I die alone from pride
I leave to Emmett Till his death
from horror at myself
Master of these greynesses of time
What flowers can I weave for Emmett Till
the child whose soul in mine
lies bleeding....
I die alone from pride
I leave to Emmett Till his death
from horror at myself
An excerpt written by Tchikaya U'Tamsi (Congo), which can be found in the African Philosophy Reader (Coetzee & Roux 2003: 725).
This piece reflects on the brutal death of Emmett Till, who passed away at the age of 14, at the hands of white brutality in a time where negritude and negation was still very rife in America.
This piece reflects on the brutal death of Emmett Till, who passed away at the age of 14, at the hands of white brutality in a time where negritude and negation was still very rife in America.
