In my wallet last payday were several
portraits of Andrew Jackson. The going
price to honor a slaveowner is apparently
twenty dollars although on one bill some
industrious soul had taken a rubber stamp
of Harriet Tubman and overlaid her black face
on his. As a protest this struck me as poignant,
but regrettably the ones who govern the
money never see the money. They need carry
no wallet, as their faces, undisturbed by any
stamp, are coins and even a hammer wouldn’t
mar their contemptuous smiles. It would take
ten or twenty or two hundred million hammers
but we who abhor four hundred years of injustice
are also very busy counting the slaveowner
George Washington’s quarters in our pocket,
hoping they will total up to bus fare.
