From those brutalized, murdered, tortured by the police. From those who were imprisoned for little to no reason. From those who were thrown into a system built for them to fail in. To those found hanging from the trees.
Strange Fruits
Strange Fruits
“Southern trees bear a strange fruit;
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root;
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze;
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.” - Billie Holiday
From those who died of famine. From those who were enslaved for centuries, and then there children for centuries more. From those who died for their freedom. From those who were separated from their families and/or their homes. From those who were never found.
Strange Fruits
“Southern trees bear a strange fruit;
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root;
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze;
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.” - Billie Holiday