The first to know
¶ 1
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Arthur Wharton, pioneer
Sought fame
Within a game
Not fear
¶ 2
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That may have come later
Down in the deep dark bowels
Midst shouts and howls
Of a coal pit’s narrow crater
¶ 3
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Possibly escaping there
Among the blacked up faces
In such confined spaces
Was a release, from the constant racist stare
¶ 4
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First, he was a champion sprinter
Officially the fastest man on earth
So why then, was he given the berth
Between the posts, in danger of splinter?
¶ 5
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Was it because he was black?
Was it the old Victorian way
Of letting him play
But making sure he came under attack?
¶ 6
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For sure, it couldn’t have been easy
It never is, being the first
Lighting the way, with a burst
But suffering prejudice, bad enough to make you queasy
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But he set the ball rolling
For society to accept
People just as adept
And to tackle bigotry, with more than a little cajoling
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