Bastille Day - Georgetown
by Martin Carter Not wanting to deny, I believed it. Not wanting to believe it, I denied our Bastille day. This, is nothing to storm. This fourteenth of July. With my own eyes, I saw the fierce criminal passing for citizen with a weapon, a piece of wood and five for one. We laugh Bastille laughter. These are not men of death. A pot of rice is their foul reward. I have at last started to understand the origin of our vileness, and being unable to deny it, I suggest its nativity. In the shame of knowledge of our vileness, we shall fight.