You glare at my house, with anger and madness in your eyes. You scream that I am cruel and chant about blood and murder.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
You claim my research is futile and evil. You shriek that I am evil. You show pictures that have nothing to do with me or my research.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
You say that you will never stop your tactics or back down. You claim that your campaign of terror will continue until I walk away from science.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
You burned my car. You threatened to kill me and those I love. You have prayed for my suffering. You march and scream and torment and hate.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave….
You have made me question my beliefs and ethics. But that process has caused me to realize that what I am doing is right and to find the determination to continue my contributions to science and to humanity with resoluteness.
In essence, your actions have ensured that your hate can never triumph over my determination.
Dr. Maya Angelou had it right. May she rest in peace.