A Message from Britain on the Death of Renisha McBride
I read about the tragic case of Renisha McBride last Friday in a British newspaper called The Guardian, and wrote the following verses in response. Anyone who feels that my composition may be useful is free to use it in any form they see fit. I ask only that my authorship is acknowledged.
The following verses are also attached to this email in the form of a Word document, to facilitate their use.
I hope that justice can be served in this case, those responsible punished, and the law changed.
Regards and Best Wishes
Paul T Kegan
== The Dear Folk of Dearborn Heights
There’s a suburb of Detroit City Goes by the name of Dearborn Heights Where householders stand their ground Where they know their Goddamn rights
Their idea of assistance Is a bullet in your head If you’re young and Black and female They’ll probably shoot you dead
The highway of compassion It bypasses Dearborn Heights On blistering August days And cold November nights
Renisha McBride crashed her car At the tender age of nineteen Early one Saturday morning On streets unfriendly and mean
She knocked on his door and asked him for help He picked up his gun and he fired As from his house she turned away And on his front porch she expired
“The local police aren’t racist!” I imagine the outraged cries How then do we explain Their filthy racist lies?
Renisha she was dumped That was what they said On the porch of an innocent man She was already dead
The Prosecutor vetoed arrest In Wayne County it wasn’t a crime To shoot in the back of her head A woman, unarmed, in her prime
Because killing Blacks is legal It’s written in Michigan law They’re free to gun you down If you knock upon their door
Black folk can expect no sympathy In good ol’ Dearborn Heights Where householders stand their ground Where they know their Goddamn rights ■ Paul T Kegan 10 November 2013
In memory of Renisha McBride.