Lana Hechtman Ayers Dark Injustice There are black men dangling from the trees of California and New York like some new species of bird that hangs by its neck from the high branches, a Corvid perhaps given the fact the Jim Crow has never ended in earnest. Look, mama, says a small white boy walking past a special tree, that birdy’s giving me a dirty look. Mama drags him along, murmuring more's the pity in this city. Do we know how life imitates death in the guise of suicide, someone’s vile idea of irony? Here’s the news of yesteryear: Lynching. Here’s the news of yesterday: Lynching. Some claim a tree is just a tree and the noose is a clever device for black men to say farewell. Hell is paved with trees like the streets of America. More protests do not equal more progress. The egress from racism is no safe passage. This is not a cause but a call for conscience. This is not about law but morality. This is not a subject for neutrality. Transforming human into humane is no simple addition of ‘e’. e = energy in physics equations Hanging is all about force and gravity, about tension and torque. Lynching is hanging with a capital ‘H’ for hate, with the silent, sinister addition of ‘e’ as in evil. Injustice is a white man’s noose, from the trees of California to the New York island. Our voices must chant, lifting the fog of dark injustice— no lives matter until black lives matter. In this land made for you and me, let justice truly stand for the end of racism, from the Redwood forest to the Gulf stream waters, and beyond.