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Sugar Snap Peas Salad for Trayvon Martin

Sugar Snap Peas Salad

Sugar Snap Peas Salad for Trayvon Martin

When I was young I used to wait
On master and hand him his plate
Pass him the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue-tail fly

Sugar snap peas, and I don’t care
Sugar snap peas, and I don’t care
Sugar snap peas, and I don’t care
My master’s gone away

Sugar Snap Peas Salad for Trayvon Martin

I changed the words to this song because I thought I could diffuse their meaning. I changed them to make my simple salad relevant to the bigger more important issues of the day. But I failed. The words in my version still ring sad.

I know what this song is about. I can’t help but feel its racial implications. I spent a good amount of time in the south. This song simplifies complicated things. Things that should have died off long ago. But a boy was killed in Florida and a lawyer simplified the law so that it could be something a jury of “peers” could digest.

I also understand this song is comfort food to a whole lot of people. But even comfort food is complicated. Racism is ugly, and it’s not dead in America. So I made this Sugar Snap Peas Salad for Trayvon Martin.

I don’t think I need to share the recipe. GREG

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