On this day of days, the legendary first Saturday in May, the moisture that flowed from the heavens was not rain, but instead, the tears of all the souls who have lost their lives in the battle for equality of the races, those who were lynched, maimed, and slaughtered, fighting for what is theirs according to the laws of God, according to the constitution of this country.

Jim Crow, wearing a hangman’s noose in lieu of the traditional neck tie, which went unnoticed, I might add, took time off from eliminating cruising in the West End, to attend the run for the roses, and flex his muscles.

He was proud of his kingdom which flourished in the state of Kentucky, his accomplishments in the state of Kentucky were quite prominent, one only need look west of 18^th street and Broadway, and in Hardin county, to understand his joy. Yes, in Kentucky, Jim Crow is alive and well so well that even the tears of martyrs cannot wash away the blood of the fallen, on this first Saturday in May. He sanctioned this gathering because it served his purpose, as his stratagem was to make My old Kentucky home to appear not as the plantation it is, but instead, an equal opportunity gathering.

Jim Crow, being in a partying mood, shook hands with Uncle Tom, who was in attendance, in the guise of African American, not American Americans, African American celebrities who grinned for the camera, tap dancing while clothed in the best that money can buy.

There was the retired quarterback who would be back next year, the short light skinned crooner, the actress, all basking in grandeur, and extolling the greatness of southern hospitality, and how well they were being treated. Do these people know that the West end exists?? Money only changes your social status, it won’t change your color.

There is a great deal more to Louisville that the hotels, the airport and Churchill Downs. But in the other hand, Jim Crow had rolled out the red carpet for them, why should they care about the plight of those who have to live here after the party??

Unbeknownst to the Mayor of Louisville, and the African American Police chief who has no cultural ties to the West End, in a divine act of reckoning, there was cruising on Broadway last night, the spirit of Martin Luther King, wearing the Emancipation Proclamation and mounted upon Eight Belles, cruised Broadway, followed by the spirits of slain civil rights workers, as James Brown performed on the roof of the Galt House, singing “Say it loud, I’m Black and I’m proud”, Jim Crow and Uncle Tom partied down below…….