Anti-Racism
“Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black body swinging in the Southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant South, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh, And the sudden smell of burning flesh! Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.” This song, “Strange Fruit” is a haunting recollection about lynching in America. Hate crimes and racism are as old as history itself. Thousands of people are killed, solely on the color of their skin. Thousands of people are killed because of such a minute difference.