When everything descends into chaosThere is still a staunch Mister ToadHiding out and protectingA courtyard overgrown with tropical plants. He’s there in the moonlightHe’s there all nightThen at dawn
When I stumbled upon the “Negroes en U.S.A.” issue of Lunes de Revolución (Cuba, 1960), I thought it would be interesting to reflect back to those early years in the civil rights movement when the Cu