The Curfew Hurt
A frantic lady screening from the porch
“The police are taking my son to jail,
he was only twenty (20) steps
from his home.” She called me, shouting,
“I am in the bathroom at the police station.
They are trying to come into the bathroom.”
Shout out that you are talking to your lawyer.
The lady went home with her son and
a station adjustment.
It hurt me to see the young kids not allowed
to wait for their ride in from of the theatre.
But march to the corner of Maple and Church
street and standing in a huddle like cows.
Seeing this and heard that Black kids
are picked up by the EDP all of the time
breaking the curfew when their parents are
10 minute late and they tell the police
they are on their way.
They had to go to the EPD station and
sing a station adjustment.
That is why I got involved with the Citizens’ Network of Protection.
By Betty Ester