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Sunday, November 25

KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?

I went over to the sergeant, said, "Sergeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin' here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington." ~from Alice's Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie
Heard that song about a zillion times on Sirius over the weekend while driving to and from Maine and across NH and then back to Maine and then back to NY. I love New England at Thanksgiving time. But I digress.

We were called "dirty filthy hippies" when we used our first amendment rights to call for peace and questioned the morality of war. Today,kids in Cocoa Beach Florida who wear Peace shirts as part of a loosely formed “Peace Shirt Coalition”are facing similar music. Fellow students are beginning to call them names and some kids started wearing Confederate Flag shirts to oppose them. It started out as more of a fashion statement than a political statement, but peace is a dirty word to many people. Some prefer to fight it with swastikas, confederate flags and even more dirty words.

Gawd bless Murka.

The story is here.

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