New Song — The Martyr of Black Friday

Here’s a song of mine to honor the life of Jdimytai Damour, who I call “The Martyr of Black Friday.”

If you don’t know his story, click here to read my blog about it.

It’s a tough story, to be sure. But as Black Friday approaches, I hope and pray you will consider honoring his life, and the life of all those who work in retail. Buy local. Buy gifts of real meaning.

And remember, nobody’s supposed to die because of any of this.

The Martyr of Black Friday
Two thousand souls out in the cold
With the turkey on their breath
Thankful but still wanting more
On a night of life and death.

The big man working for the store
Was from a tiny Haitian town
Nobody saw him on the floor
After he went down.

Jdimytai, Jdimytai*
I think of you, I still cry
They sold their souls so they could buy
And no one stopped to wonder why,
Jdimytai.

Two thousand years since Mary sang
Her revolution song
Where: “The poor are lifted from their pain.”
“The rich are all but gone.”

But here and now the poor still find
They’re often out of luck
So they push it in those long, long lines
Just to save a buck.

Jdimytai, Jdimytai*
I think of you, I still cry
They sell their souls so they can buy
And no one stops to wonder why,
Jdimytai.

The Martyr of Black Friday
Sacrificed for all our sins
For Flatscreens and for Blu-rays
And toys stacked up in bins.

And all to mark a birthday
Where there was no room or inn
When they laid him in the soft hay
And shepherds had no gifts to lend.

Jdimytai, Jdimytai*
I think of you, I still cry
We sell our souls so we can buy
And we never stop to wonder why,
Jdimytai.
Jdimytai.
Jdimytai.

Words and Music by Eric Folkerth ©2011. All Rights Reserved.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

OK. So, maybe now I’m done with this story?
I told this to The Judge a moment ago, and she replied, “Maybe the story’s not done with you.”

Damn.

* From my five trips to Haiti, I am aware that the Creole pronunciation of his name is actually closer to “Jimmy-Tree.” I have taken some artistic license here, and beg the forgiveness of everyone.

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Eric Folkerth is a minister, musician, author and blogger. He is Senior Pastor of Kessler Park UMC United Methodist Church in Dallas, Texas. Previously, he was pastor at Northaven UMC in Dallas for seventeen years. Eric loves to write on topics of spirituality, social justice, music/art and politics. The entries on this blog reflect that diversity of interests. His passion for social justice goes beyond mere words. Eric was arrested at the White House, defending immigrants and “The Dreamers;” and he’s officiated at same sex weddings. Eric was the 2017 recipient of the prestigeous Kuchling Humanitarian Award from Dallas’ Black Tie Dinner. (Human Rights Campaign) Eric has led or co-led hundreds of persons on mission trips to build houses and bring medical care around the globe, to places such as Mexico, Haiti, Russia, Guatemala, and Nepal. He is proud of have shephereded Highland Park UMC's construction of ten Habitat for Humanity homes, (and one Community Center) and helped forge an alliance with Habitat that led to the construction of 100 homes in Dallas, housing thousands of people. His wife, Justice Dennise Garcia, has 20 years experience as a state district judge and appelate justice in North Texas. First elected in 2004, she was the first Latina ever elected to a Dallas County state district bench, and she she left that position whe was the longest currently serving district judge. In 2020 Dennise Garcia was a elected as a Justice of the 5th District Court of Appeals for Texas. She is currently running to be Chief of the 5th District Court of Appeals in the 2024 cycle. They have the world’s best daughter, Maria, who is a practicing professional counselor in Dallas. Find links to Eric’s music-related websites, at the top of this site’s navigation menu.

4 thoughts on “New Song — The Martyr of Black Friday

  1. Eric, Love the song. Can I make a suggestion?"Shepherds had no gifts to give." (give rhymes with inn as well as lend…and you don't lend a gift.)Jim Gill

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