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recognizing one member of a group as being the son of a kid who grew
up with me. "Kid, aren't you a Kettle?" he asked him. The kid, realizing
that Willie knew his father, let him go. Willie told me how proud he
was of me, and he wished me continued success. He had tears in his eyes
as he went back to his taxi.
They call it a ghetto now, that neighborhood. It's scarcely recog–
nizable. Houses that once sheltered first generations from Europe and
from the South are now mere shells. The grammar school that greeted
all the new arrivals to Newark is gone. The synagogue where I watched
for Mikey in his little black hat is now a Baptist church. My high school
has a new name that reflects the black pride of the sixties. But when I
went back there to address the students, I begged their indulgence to call
it South Side High. They consented, realizing that the old black man
was living in the past. Perhaps. But, as my mother would have said,
"They should have such a past!"
lIgneus Press
With the Mothers of the Plaza
De
Mayo
Poems in English
&
Spanish
by
Marguerile Guzman Bouvard
'1bis is I handbook of OOW1lge. In crisp and lucid
language, Bouyard =R:at.es for us these brave women
'who have showtV Igain Ind again...that nothing can
make (them) invisible: " - MaxIne Kumin
·Wlat
poetry
can
do
It best is to keep us in touch with
the cruel rellities we
too
of"'n choose
to
forget.
1bc
Mothers of the Plaza
de
Mayo are now to liye foreyer and
remind us that there is still work
to
do to unooyer torture,
to
let the
dead
liye again in memory and in celebratioo.
Margueri'" Guzman Bouyard has accomplished this in a
series of remarkable
poems." -
May Sarlon
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