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letra de not in our town - fred small

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when the klan came to montana, they made no grand parade
no hooded knights on horseback, no banners boldly raised
spray paint and bomb threats, a voice on the telephone line:
“k!ll the n-ggers, k!ll the h0m-s, jew b-tch die.”

five-year-old isaac woke screaming in the gloom
“mommy, there’s a man at my window, looking into my room.”
“son, there’s nothing out there but the shadows branches make.”
the little boy went back to sleep, his parents lay awake

for isaac’s bedroom window showed their faith for all to see
the candles of the menorah stood for hope and memory
the next night, out of the darkness, a cinder block was hurled
it shattered isaac’s window, and the boundaries of his world

one moment of conviction, one voice quiet and clear
one act of comp-ssion, it all begins here
no safety now in silence, we’ve got to stand our ground
no hate. no violence. not in our town

the cop was not unfriendly. he said, “ma’am, if i were you
i’d take down that menorah, the star of david, too.”
isaac’s mother tammy said, “i’m sure that’s good advice
but how then could i ever look my children in the eye?”

then at their doorway a little girl did stand
a gift for her schoolmate in her outstretched hand
a menorah drawn in crayon, from a gentile to a jew
it read, “to isaac, from rebecca, i’m sorry this happened to you.”

one moment of conviction, one voice quiet and clear
one act of comp-ssion, it all begins here
no safety now in silence, we’ve got to stand our ground
no hate. no violence. not in our town

have you seen the paper? did you hear the news?
what kind of people are we? we thought we knew
can children primed in prejudice in peace together dwell?
if we look out through this shattered gl-ss, do we see ourselves?

margaret mcdonald called her pastor on the phone
“this time the jews will not face their foes alone
we’ll make paper menorahs, display them from our homes
we’ll show the bigots there are more of us than they have stones.”

volunteers printed up menorahs by the score
children in their sunday schools colored hundreds more
grocers and dry cleaners gave out the design, singing:
what’s a little broken gl-ss when freedom’s on the line?

now in the town of billings live not 100 jews
but menorahs now were everywhere, on every avenue
thousands upon thousands, in windows rich and poor
when a neighbor stands in danger, we will not close our door

through the drifting snow, tammy drove her children round
to see all the menorahs in the windows of the town
“are all those people jewish?” asked isaac as they went
“no,” his mother answered, “they are your friends.”

one moment of conviction, one voice quiet and clear
one act of comp-ssion, it all begins here
no safety now in silence, we’ve got to stand our ground
no hate. no violence. not in our town
no hate. no violence. not in our town
no hate. no violence. not in our town

- fred small

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