Siblings All

I am not Emmit Till child martyr. Not the Scottsboro boys, nor Sacco and Vanzetti. I am not Mumia, " Live from death row." or Leonard Peltier grown old. I am not the ghost of Joaquin Murietta- nor Ruben Salazar. I am a woman, Eurasian, born and raised here, in the United States to middle- class parents. But is this a condition equating success? Does it guarantee me a generous slice of " The American Dream?" I'll never know, for early on I aligned myself with the other side... with the downtrodden and maligned. And so, my name can be added to those lists of the sung and unsung. And so, despite color, class and gender we, they and I are siblings all.