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Thursday, May 13, 2010

Justice Denied, a 21st Century Slave Song by Mary Neal


(34 stanzas, 4 lines ea)

One day Larry went missing

We looked for him high and low

For 18 days while he died in jail

“Have you got him?” The Jail said “NO!”



On August 1, police came

A dreaded knock on the door

“We have Larry’s body. He died in jail

Sorry. We won’t tell you more.”



“Well, tell it to our lawyers!

The Johnnie Cochran Firm!

Lynching is illegal!

You might get prison terms!”



“Over that sick coon? We doubt it!

But give it your best shot

We told him to stop singing loud; move on

But he would not!”



Mama cried silently as she signed her name

On the Cochran Firm’s contract

“Don’t let them kill other sick sons

Nothing can bring mine back.”



Lawyers gave us their assurance

And lots of tissues, too

Saying, “Dry your eyes, old Mama!

We’ll get justice for you.”



But The Cochran Firm tricked us

Their promises were only lies

They held Larry’s case inactive

And never asked how he died



The letters David McLaughlin sent

Were false, every one!

The Cochran Firm worked for the jail

Nothing was being done



Too late to hire other attorneys

When we discovered the fraud

Larry’s case file was empty

How could they do this? Oh, Lord!



“We’ll sue you for defrauding us

You can’t treat clients like this

Larry Neal was a person

The life he had was his!



We’ll tell the Bar about your fraud

The jury will make you pay

You deserve to lose your license

New clients won’t come your way!”



“Over that sick coon? We doubt it

But give it your best shot!

Police told him, ‘Stop singing loud; move on!’

But he would not!”



Tennessee Bar said, “No biggie”

Georgia Bar ignored our complaint

Judge Shoob said, “What Cochran Firm?

There is none in this state”



“But judge, look out your window

The Cochran Firm’s right there!

On TV every few minutes

Your Honor, please be fair!”



“Get out of this courtroom!

Johnnie Cochran’s dead

We’ve got his firm and got his name

Now don’t you make us mad!”



“We’ll take you back to court again

You have a poor defense!

Your office is just blocks away

You can’t say you don’t exist!”



“We said it; judge signed it

Now get out of our face

Plead for justice all you want

You are the wrong damn race!”



“Look Media - A court order!

No Cochran Firm in Georgia!

Please tell the people to watch out

I’ll send some copies to ya!”



“Don’t bother; not interested.

Their clients are mostly blacks

Who cares if lawyers trick those folks?

It’s time you learn the facts!”



“But Larry was a human being!

He had a right to live!

The Cochran Firm worked for the jail

His death’s a secret still



We’ll write letters to Congress

And report you on the Web!

Jails and lawyers are not allowed

To conspire to hide the dead!



Georgia courts can’t protect you!

Nor the media or BBB!

We’ll tell the public what you did

And civil rights groups – you’ll see!



We’ll sue in federal court for your fraud

The jury will make you pay!

You deserve to lose your license

New clients won’t come your way!”



“Over that sick coon? We doubt it

But give it your best shot!

Police told him, ‘Stop singing loud;

move on!’ But he would not!”



“Judge look at this fraud; listen to lies

They told right in this court!

They helped the jail hide Larry’s death

While under contract to us!”



“We disclaim our Georgia office

Our Memphis office, too

Dismiss this case right now, Judge Batten

We all depend on you.



Wherever Larry’s family sues us

We claim we don’t exist

Can’t let this case ever go to jury

Sick black folks won’t be missed



Judge, don’t honor their subpoena

To Shelby County Jail

Can’t let this family ever know

What happened to Larry Neal!



This family is ridiculous

To think federal court would care

that lawyers lie to evade justice

It’s an immaterial affair!”



“The Cochran Firm is right!”

Judge Batten did agree

“Case dismissed! Immaterial!

Don’t come here bothering me!”



“But Judge, they tricked us!

Helped police hide Larry’s death

He had a right to live his life

Regardless of his health!



Thank God! Here comes CHANGE!

We’ll tell Mr. Holder

He’ll investigate Larry’s murder

This cover-up is over!



Mr. Holder, they killed him

Under secret arrest in jail

Thank God, you’re here now

And justice cannot fail!”



“Were you waiting for me? Don’t be absurd!

Johnnie Cochran is Dead

We’ve got his firm and got his name

Now don’t you make us mad!


You don’t want to make us mad!”


All rights reserved by Mary Neal

Assistance to the Incarcerated Mentally Ill

Such as you do unto ONE of the least of these, My brethren, you do it also unto me. ~Jesus Christ

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