she could be my sister. this face
I recognize from every elementary
memory. a face I see in the mirror
beneath the hair, the scars, the slowly
etching wrinkles. the mischievous brow
and open forehead. the nose and cheeks
and smile. the eyes. all ours. but when
I read the title of this gelatin silver print
of a 1950s photograph, the “West Africa”
triggers memories even more somatic.
I ponder the possibilities within this face
from Ghana. not a doppelganger, family
separated by generations and oceans and
chains and ship holds and molasses and
rum and ackee and saltfish and tilapia and
plantain and fufu and bammy and rice &
peas and jollof rice and that same mouth
unable to say so much to so many gone.
After James Barnor’s Self-Portrait with a Store Assistant at the West African Drug Company, 1952
Black Men and Women in a Tavern
oil on wood, 1650
workshop of David Teniers the Younger
they are not worthy to be painted
because they are unusual, or
because they are free
to sit pensively over bread. free
to drink, to smoke a pipe
without assumptions about
what they contain. free—
in clothes colorful
as their given names,
shades of blue, red,
and white—to talk
shit, raise voices and
exaggerated hands
over a story
without being perceived
as a threat to police
or white women. no.
this is not a suburban starbucks,
a cookout in a public park,
deck chairs beside the pool.
this is Antwerp. 1650.
they are worthy
simply because
they are.
casually and casualty share a Latin root
“You don’t build your whole life around brutality by mistake.
You have to want that. You have to plan that.”
~ Fairview, Jackie Sibblies-Drury
we all know the story. Stella Liebeck, age 79,
spilled a hot cup of McDonald’s coffee. it soaked
her cotton sweatpants and burned away 3 degrees
of muscle and fatty tissue. after 8 days of skin grafts—
reconstruction of inner thigh, labia, perineum—
she begged for $20k to cover the lost 16% of skin.
McDonald’s—of course—refused. having settled
over 700 similar claims, they had to take a stand.
make an example.
no one wants to be seen as the bad guy, the villain.
even the super-rich in those slasher films, with their
killing-people-fetishes and fucking-people-up-fetishes.
when they cut off fingers with chainsaws, or lock
co-eds in basements with hammers and bleach to fight
for their lives, they have justifications for keeping
their victims dirty and screaming and crying and scared—
brown and bleeding. it seems we enjoy them—the movies
keep being made. are acceptable as something that happens.
court proceedings reveled the corporate strategy:
franchises ordered to serve drive-thru coffee
at 200 degrees. their lawyers argued the benefit
for commuting customers. after bites of Egg McMuffin
and hash brown, their black slurry would be hot,
but not tongue-scalding, by the time they arrive
at work. the system worked as designed.
Chomsky said it’s impossible to knee-crush a neck
while calling yourself a true son of a bitch. villains
always have their rationalizations. they argue
there are no “victims”—not really. we seem to agree.
the Dred Scott decision. the Indian Removal Act.
the Greaser Act. the Chinese Exclusion Act. the black codes.
the Insular Cases. redlining. the New Deal exclusions.
Korrematsu. the southern strategy. the war on drugs.
the Clinton crime bill. gerrymandering. redistricting. trump
v. Hawaii. SFFA v Harvard. we seem content knowing
it just keeps happening—in different ways—as designed.
Matthew E. Henry (MEH) is the author of six poetry collections, editor-in-chief of The Weight Journal, and associate poetry editor at Pidgeonholes and Rise Up Review. The 2023 winner of the Solstice Literary Magazine Stephen Dunn Prize, MEH is published in Massachusetts Review, Ninth Letter, Ploughshares, Shenandoah, and The Worcester Review among others. MEH is an educator who received his MFA yet continued to spend money he didn’t have completing an MA in theology and a PhD in education. You can find him at www.MEHPoeting.com writing about education, race, religion, and burning oppressive systems to the ground. On twitter/X find him at @MEHPoeting.