A memorial posterboard dedicated to M. Anita Gay Hawthorne, Augsburg's Director of Black Student Affairs (later, the Pan-Afrikan Center) from 1987 until her death in 1998. The board features a photograph of Hawthorne and two of her poems: "Come On Up to the 90s, Martin" and "From My Heart," co-written by Larry Bedford. The posterboard includes an incorrect date for Hawthorne's tenure and a misspelling of her name. The following are transcripts of the poems: Come On Up to the 90s, Martin by Anita Gay Hawthorn Come on up to the 90s, Martin. Remember fighting for voter's registration? Well, we got it, but now no one thinks their vote counts. Remind us of the importance of the ballot, not the bullet, Martin. Come on up to the 90s, Martin. Come show these gangs a real gang leader. One that doesn't have to shoot his friend in the head or heart. But a gang leader that can get thousands to follow him from Selma to Montgomery. A gang leader that can fight for jobs, peace and freedom. Come on up to the 90s, Martin. Drugs have moved down the street and a pusher could be anyone you meet. Some are shooting more and more dope in our veins and hardly any hope in our brains. We have a generation that cannot read and write. But it sure can cuss, fuss and fight. Come on up to the 90s, Martin. Families are fighting families, babies are having babies, men are becoming ladies, and AIDS has laid many in their graves. Neighborhood crime is prime, And there's a war going on everywhere. Come on up to the 90s, Martin. Where Black is beautiful ... to white girls. Come on up to the 90s, Martin. Nelson Mandela is out of jail, but African people throughout the world are still living in hell. Congress is seeking to erase the gains, So whether in South Africa or South Minneapolis, Black people are being slain-- in the name of justice, or is it injustice against just us? Come on up to the 90s, Martin. "Human beings are at best when they are socially responsible." Remind us once more that faith is to see what you believe and to believe what you don't see. Even the press, the platform and the pulpit in many instances do not give objectives and unbiased truths. Come on up to the 90s, Martin. You said, "The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge, at times of challenge, at times of challenge... " From My Heart In the magic of the morning When the day opens its eyes to mother earth, Think of me... I'll be thinking of you. When the flaming sun shines down in Radiance and sprinkles the glow over mother earth, Smiles for me... I'll be smiling for you. When the sun has set And leaves are dancing to the music of the wind, Want me... I'll be wanting you. When the snowflakes fall To cover with a white carpet mother earth, Miss me... I'll be missing you. In the quiet of the night As you close your eyes to rest, Dream of me... I'll be dreaming of you. When we are apart from one another Please know the loneliness I feel And love me... I'll be loving you! by Larry Bedford and M. Anita Gay
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