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by Dr. Paul Barrows

Rev. Dr. Joseph Lowery looks at
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by Jonathan Gramling

The Economic Summit III: Venture
Capital Development Conference,
by Jonathan Gramling

The dedication of the Allen &
Darlene Hancock Fellowship Hall
(Part 2),
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Asian Wisconzine: "This slave
owner was once a slave,"
by Heidi M. Pascual

Simple Things: Influences,
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Voices: The Color of freedom is
by Dr. Jean Daniels

ULGM 2008 Outstanding Young
Person Awards,
PP 1-2
by Jonathan Gramling

MLK Tribute Center Spread,
by Jonathan Gramling
State, City-County events
* Community Dinner & ULGM
* Women in Focus' I Have a Dream
Ball; 10th Annual Greatness
through Service Day
Madison's Poet Laureate reception

R Place on Park debuts in South
by Jonathan Gramling

Rodney Yashushi Horikawa: A
pioneer for improving campus
climate (A reprint from Asian
Wisconzine 1/08),
by Laura Salinger

Delta Sigma Theta's Heart & Soul
Scholarship Fundraiser ,
by Jonathan Gramling

Spotlight on Energy (4),
by Jonathan Gramling

Madison en Vivo!
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Jean Daniels
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Lang Kenneth Haynes
Heidi M. Pascual
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©2008 The Capital City Hues
JAN. 24, 2008 ARCHIVES
I Am A Man:  Mr. Eugene Clemons
by Fabu

we come out of Mississippi
seekin more life, good schoolin
money to enjoy
leavin “nigguh” and sharecroppin behind.

at first a Memphis city job was real good
best was the benefits
what i care i’m a garbage man
been cleanin after white folks a long time.

trotted eight hours behind a truck
white man at the wheel
better than a mule’s backside
and the chokin dust from dry fields.

city money didn’t stop growin shame
bile in my throat bein called boy
I AM A Man in 1968
I want to drive that garbage truck too.

we call on Dr. King for help
with the stalled sanitation strike
he answered, we marched
folks were beaten then he was murdered.

Lawd have mercy
the price was high
for poor, black, mistreated trash men
to have the equal right to drive a garbage truck.

A note from the poet:
I met Mr. Eugene Clemons went he was a striking garbage man in The Sanitation Strike of 1968. I
was a little girl when my Mom took us to his home to hear first-hand what was happening with the
strike. I remember his eloquence and passion as he talked about their horrible woring conditions
and how proud it felt to stand up for himself with other Black men. I also remember Mr. Clemons
crying when Dr. King was assassinated. The City of Memphis ended the strike and workers won
equal rights but no one wanted the strike to cost Dr. King his life.  As a little girl in Memphis, I
watched history unfold.