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• Artiste: David Roth
• Titre: Fateful Intersection
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A seven year old named Gavin on a sidewalk with his cousin In the Crown Heights part of Brooklyn, August 1991 A few blocks down a motorcade would head in their direction And a fateful intersection had begun The motorcade was carrying the Rabbi of a Jewish Sect The neighborhood had many Jews, and also many blacks Uneasy tensions simmered just because of who seemed different Now a car and two young children were on track A limo in the entourage lost control and hopped the curb It struck the playing cousins, killing one and nearly two The neighborhood electrified, the tension proved unbearable The victim was a black kid, and the driver was a Jew A private Jewish ambulance was first to find the mayhem It's crew began to help the child pinned beneath the car While angry blacks began to beat the driver of the limo As frustration and offense became a blur A New York City ambulance came, its crew chief saw the escalation Of the scene and got that beaten driver whisked away While two young children still lay bleeding on that Brooklyn sidewalk It wasn't fair, that's what some would say It meant another Jew would have to pay That same night not far away a young man with a yarmulke Was walking in the neighborhood like many times before But now this night is different from all other nights, on this night Yankel Rosenbaum was walking into war A mob of angry men observed his clothing and came running toward him Gaining speed and getting crazed with cries of "Get the Jew" And get the Jew they did that night, they crushed a total stranger's life A mob of angry men had come unglued A Holocaust in Brooklyn now renewed Tempers strong, deep and wrong Talk is cheap, families weeping No one loving, pushing shoving Anger growing, blood is flowing Fast forward to the present time, eleven years and counting That part of town has never quite recovered from that day Will bigotry and blindnesses that run through every culture Ever go away A black hand and a white one reach through time and touch the present It's the father of the little boy, the brother of the Jew Today they come together to find meaning in two madnesses Embracing one another in plain view This is what the father had to say We are strong We are loving We will keep That loving going