Critical Race Theory in 1950's Lewiston, Idaho
in
his
drunken
gab always
bud returned to yarns
of youth at his old town's crossroad
when real men wore hats and women dresses with high heels
nez perce hung on the rez except to hunt new chevys and whiskey when allotments broke
the streaks of blacks and mexicans who greased the pea plant never spoke first to a pale face
so why did he always rant about race even when
the uppity stoop silent while
no one lectured us
privilege
bleeds from
our
past
