Some tales have sad endings, some happy, I’m sorry to say yet with a slight grin that this story has neither of those results.
Like all history, written down after what is spoken.
this epic has blood and bone
Truths and lies, those that come from disguised faults.
This story will be told in three parts;
First Subjugation
Then Retribution
The final Revolution.
inspired by truths and shrouded in shame, because of beliefs that perfection is the aim...
of a life worth living.
The lie that white is white and black is wrong, no matter your spirit or soul.
Truth is we are our own worst enemy, no matter the colour, you can blame the blood and bone.
So let’s set the scene.
It’s 1953
Windsor, Ontario.
There are separate entrances for oppression.
Schools and neighbourhoods with clear, aggressive colour lines
No room for concession.
We meet Daisy, a white Irish flower raised by alcohol and neglect.
Her mother died young, leaving 7 children to a father with no self respect.
He beat them and told them how little their worth, it’s no wonder that belief had stuck. Surrounded by filth and the dregs of white culture, reminding them that life is fucked.
After years of being down trodden, and worse yet a girl
Started senior year blue eyed and bushy tailed.
Suddenly the middle child of the motherless bunch, was getting all of the attention some would say too much.
Desperate for love from any body, in the heat of full maturing
Daisy found herself the apple of Sonny’s eye
Sonny Grey, a coloured boy from the opposing school
Playing American football and clearly a fool.
For he sought no other companion, no other desire then that peached skinned Irish lass.
It was no longer illegal but highly discouraged, in fact most would say ‘far too crass!’
A white woman no matter the social standing would and should never be with a monkey, an ape!
Could you imagine? Their children an abomination
Never accepted, so easily a target for hate.
But some how he caught her
Despite all against them, despite the judgement, despIte all the fear.
Daisy must of felt safe, or was completely naive
One late spring night she gave him the business and ended up conceived.
With a daughter touched by the angels
Perfect in every way, chubby cheeked and bushy tailed ready for the adventure that life had promised.
Yet Daisy only saw this offspring as competition to her own happiness
Its mere presence a personal offence.
Sin soaked in disillusion, ruined by that filthy negro and her disgusting desire
She felt heavy with regret her body betraying her with a gift of the futures fire.
Daisy was meant for more, she deserved to be seen
Meant to be loved, the way her inner child gleaned
Sonny was never her want, just an appetite curbed
Now she will never have the future that she so rightly deserved.
Spoiled with seed and with no real supports
Daisy’s only real option was to marry the man who sired the child
No one to marry them even when the family knew she was defiled?
By matter of righteousness an uncle with strict beliefs
Married them so their child would have a stable home.
Although an honourable intention
That won’t be the case for that young sparrow,
For her life was planned by the nature of the universe
Her soul meant to see suffering, so her healing she can hone.
You see Daisy, that sparrows mother
Still racked with self hatred and hormones.
Not understanding that postpartum was a legitimate sickness and disabled the wise mind.
Her sadness became hostility, her love raped from her core
She left the little sparrow and the ape for a life that felt kind.
Off to Vegas to live with her sister
Surrounded by men in power and violation
So that she may frolic in her own true vocation.
It wasn’t long before she fell in love
A man of sordid finance with a family of his own, miserable in his Jewish arrangement.
They loved each other and licked the wounds of self imposed restrictions.
Within months daisy was pregnant again, hopeful for this connection.
Joyfully announcing her new development
The gangster financier shook his head in disappointment.
He informed Daisy he had no intention of leaving his failing marriage
That she would have to destroy what their lust had made
As he was willing to foot the carriage.
Horrified she let him live the life he had sown
Continued to live as a single mother with a little boy of two in tow.
Fell in lust again with another man of mystery thanks to her broken and angry heart, Remorseful and letting the acceptance of torrid men be the gauge of her own parts.
Having no avenues left, no gallery to show her art Daisy was spent and had to relent
Her last bit off hope being spent
She headed back to Canada, tail between her legs
Knowing for her safety, A certain man she'd have to beg.
In succumbing to her depression, Daisy headed home to the man obsessed.
Finding her first child was being reared by his family
Pregnant again she gave into her reality
That she will never love him but he will always take care of her no matter her multiple indiscretions.
That a woman raised and reared by sickness would not get better, she had no other direction.
Daisy would sire another child by him, her youngest, attempting to validate the union.
Yet with two in between made by the genetics of others
The boy would never truly be seen as a son.
The other daughter a mystery, never solved.
A shame Daisy herself could never admit, another piece of her marriage dissolved.
So then hurt people, hurt people and what became a painful fact
Was those marriage vows
Were just a business contract.
It’s 1959
The sparrow is back in the home with a life new to behold
With a younger brother and a sister on the way, from what she is told.
Her father behaving like curdled milk
Soured by Daisy’s distance and proclivities
Daisy, her mother, still unfit mentally for her growing responsibilities.
Using dolls to help surf the crest of perpetual disappointment
Gauging her importance by a males involvement.
Dominion over power
Dominion over love
With four children now and no forgiveness between them.
The Grey family had become undone.
His coloured family judging her, never truly accepting Daisy for who and what she was.
A woman created by oppression
A child broken from dissection
A sadness never healed
Because of historic suppression
Because life is not perfect
It’s just meant to be lived.
To some that means darkness is easiest
Because light may be more then you are able to give.