old songs that are extremely relevent today.....
gimmesometruth27
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this is a song from the mid 60s written by bob dylan. i can not help but notice that the man who killed medgar evers was influenced by the media and those that he associated with in the deep south to act on his own to murder a leading civil rights worker. it is very striking that lately since we have had a black man become president that we had a man crash his plane into a federal building a few months ago, we had a man with rifles attack police officers and threaten members of this adminitstration, and toxic envelopes send to government offices, and that we have had a governmental backlash in arizona against mexican immigrants to the point where we will legislate racial profiling to keep them from working in this country, and the one thing that these events have in common is they were carried out by avid followers of fox news and specifically glenn beck viewers... this thread is to serve the purpose of bringing attention to the things that have happened in the past committed by people that have been influnced by certain talking heads or ideologues in an effort to prevent allowing the same things from happening today... it is interesting to me that if something were to happen to obama or a leading member of the government that the perpetrator most likely could not plan it on his own, yet he would be influenced by a member of the media. it just goes to show that if you have a platform you have a responsibility to make sure that your words do not lead to the harm of others...
in the following example you can sub the word "mexican" or "brown" for the word "black" and "negro" and you get a mirror image of what is happening in our country today...
"Only A Pawn In Their Game"
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game.
A South politician preaches to the poor white man
"You got more than blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white skin" they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshalls and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide beneath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a king
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
He's only a pawn in their game.
in the following example you can sub the word "mexican" or "brown" for the word "black" and "negro" and you get a mirror image of what is happening in our country today...
"Only A Pawn In Their Game"
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game.
A South politician preaches to the poor white man
"You got more than blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white skin" they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshalls and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide beneath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a king
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
He's only a pawn in their game.
"You can tell the greatness of a man by what makes him angry." - Lincoln
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
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