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Hi all,

H.C. (Harry) Nash, who wrote the Penn Jones biography "Citizen's Arrest," and who also wrote the Foreword to my own book, sent me a poem he wrote in the aftermath of Barack Obama's election. He said it would be okay if I posted it here.

John Kelin

GRANT PARK, CHICAGO, 40 YEARS LATER

 

a grandmother named Madelyn Dunham could not be watching,

& Rosa Parks could not be watching,

& Jack Kennedy could not be watching,

& Goodman, Schwerner, & Cheney could not be watching,

& Malcolm could not be watching,

& Martin & Coretta could not be watching,

& Bobby could not be watching,

& Fred Hampton could not be watching,

& John Lennon could not be watching,

 

but hundreds & thousands of millions were watching

from wherever they find themselves around the globe,

& old men & women of all colors & faiths were watching,

& young women & men of all faiths & colors were watching,

& children whose faces shone as naturally as unpolluted sunlight

were watching,

 

& what is radiant in the hearts of disenthralled & oppressed people everywhere

brought fresh beauty to their faces, & in countless cases tears to their eyes,

& what has been bottled up in their minds will from this moment constitute new auras

from villages to reservations to towns to impossibly populated cities around the globe

when they awaken the very next time, 

when they rise & shake off their downtrodden resignations & foolish failures

& proclaim their identities & their dreams of solidarity & justice

 

the very next time—

the mornings at hand, the noontides at hand, the pregnant afternoons at hand,

the early evenings at hand, the nights resonant of desire & agape at hand,

the midnights with sleep or sleeplessness at hand,

their food & tools at hand, their calling out of births & (natural) deaths at hand,

their animals & pasturelands at hand, their mountains at hand,

their rivers & streams at hand,

their lovers & companions & even their distant relatives at hand,

their past & present & futures at hand.

 

Grant Park 40 years later—

a man of Kenya & Kansas, Hawaii, Chicago,

reason & peace,

will & warmth,

ways & means,

here & now,

& you & me . . .  

 

                                                      --hcn (11-5-08)

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Hi all,

H.C. (Harry) Nash, who wrote the Penn Jones biography "Citizen's Arrest," and who also wrote the Foreword to my own book, sent me a poem he wrote in the aftermath of Barack Obama's election. He said it would be okay if I posted it here.

John Kelin

GRANT PARK, CHICAGO, 40 YEARS LATER

a grandmother named Madelyn Dunham could not be watching,

& Rosa Parks could not be watching,

& Jack Kennedy could not be watching,

& Goodman, Schwerner, & Cheney could not be watching,

& Malcolm could not be watching,

& Martin & Coretta could not be watching,

& Bobby could not be watching,

& Fred Hampton could not be watching,

& John Lennon could not be watching,

but hundreds & thousands of millions were watching

from wherever they find themselves around the globe,

& old men & women of all colors & faiths were watching,

& young women & men of all faiths & colors were watching,

& children whose faces shone as naturally as unpolluted sunlight

were watching,

& what is radiant in the hearts of disenthralled & oppressed people everywhere

brought fresh beauty to their faces, & in countless cases tears to their eyes,

& what has been bottled up in their minds will from this moment constitute new auras

from villages to reservations to towns to impossibly populated cities around the globe

when they awaken the very next time,

when they rise & shake off their downtrodden resignations & foolish failures

& proclaim their identities & their dreams of solidarity & justice

the very next time—

the mornings at hand, the noontides at hand, the pregnant afternoons at hand,

the early evenings at hand, the nights resonant of desire & agape at hand,

the midnights with sleep or sleeplessness at hand,

their food & tools at hand, their calling out of births & (natural) deaths at hand,

their animals & pasturelands at hand, their mountains at hand,

their rivers & streams at hand,

their lovers & companions & even their distant relatives at hand,

their past & present & futures at hand.

Grant Park 40 years later—

a man of Kenya & Kansas, Hawaii, Chicago,

reason & peace,

will & warmth,

ways & means,

here & now,

& you & me . . .

--hcn (11-5-08)

Thanks for that one John,

I have fond memories of Grant Park, Chicago, August, 1968, when I was caught up in the middle of a riot between LBJ's stormtroopers and Mayor Dailey's Peace Officers, tear gassed and beat with nightsticks.

Seeing and hearing the President elect give his speech at that spot brought it all back and made me think that things have come full circle.

BK

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"A Change Is Going To Come" (Sam Cooke)

I was born by a river in a little tent,

And just like this river,

I've been running ever since.

It's been a too long, too long-time a-coming,

But I know a change gonna come,

Oh, yes, it is.

It's been too hard living,

And I'm afraid to die.

I don't know what's up there beyond the sky.

It's been a long time a, long time a-coming,

But I know, Lord I know a change gonna come, Lord.

Yeah, yes.

And then I went to see my brother, oh yeah.

I said, "Brother, help me, please."

He turned me down.

And then I went, I went to see my sweet mother.

I said, "Mama, Mama I'm down on my knees."

It's been a too hard living,

And I'm afraid to die.

I don't know what's up there beyond the sky.

It's been a long, long time a-coming,

But I know, but I know a change gonna come.

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http://educationforum.ipbhost.com/index.ph...a&pid=43650

dec 2007

"If Soerensen (close Kennedy aid and confidant from early senatorial days) is endorsing Obama, I'd take that seriously. Perhaps it's a statement with wider ramifications than some may think.

Obama is like the antithesis of suspects in the JFK assassination, and like the thesis of Kennedy's Civil Rights program.

All the misegininsts and assorted dead-wood "good ole' boy" leftovers from then may reveal themselves to be dealt with.

Perhaps an opportunity to confront the powers behind JFK's assassins."

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http://educationforum.ipbhost.com/index.ph...04&hl=obama

nov 1 2005

..."In the absence of dogs and hoses there is no immediate, obvious enemy before us, so it's harder to mobilize a sense of outrage," said Senator Barack Obama, an Illinois Democrat who is the only black member of the United States Senate. "Rosa Parks did not just sit down on her own initiative. She was part of a movement."

The reflection on the earlier civil rights movement and the next phase, if there is to be one, is occurring at an extraordinary time."

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Bob Dylan - 1963 (prophetic)

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You'll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin'

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who

That it's namin'.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway

Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside

And it is ragin'.

It'll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin'.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'.

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Bob Dylan - 1963 (prophetic)

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You'll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin'

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who

That it's namin'.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway

Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside

And it is ragin'.

It'll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin'.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'.

It is a shame that Bob Dylan changed into a conservative old man. That said, most of the sixties radical folk singers, did not lose their political committment and remain activists.

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Bob Dylan - 1963 (prophetic)

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You'll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin'

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who

That it's namin'.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway

Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside

And it is ragin'.

It'll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin'.

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin'.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'.

It is a shame that Bob Dylan changed into a conservative old man. That said, most of the sixties radical folk singers, did not lose their political committment and remain activists.

...and at several of them were murdered by the Deep Political Establishment for their songs and efforts.....

I thought I would place this here, it is my personal anthem of the President Obama Era....

Honest Men by The Electric Light Orchestra

We're just a stone's throw

From Burning Hellfire

Does anybody know,

Where did all the heroes go?

We've had our fill of

This gallery of scoundrels,

The leaders of the world,

Those power hungry liars

Rise up and sound the sirens,

Send out the searching powers,

All we need is a few good men

Send the S.O.S. and red alerts

All across the universe

Calling your honest men?

S.O.S. emergency,

Sinking fast and getting worse.

Where's your honest men?

In some village, far away,

Or in a little town pub.

High on a mountain top

There must be an honest man

Calling all honest men

Throw out the tyrants,

The aged fat cats

Outlived their usefulness

They have led us to this mess

Make them answer,

Hold them to their promises,

And throw them in the street

If they won't tell the truth

S.O.S. and red alert

All across the universe,

Calling all honest men

S.O.S. emergency,

Sinking fast and getting worse,

Where's your honest men?

To your stations,

Man the ramparts,

The barricades

We need new heroes urgently

We need a few good honest men

Calling all honest men

Calling all honest men

Call to him

He lives next door,

Across the street

On the upper floor.

It's our only hope we need him now

Send the S.O.S. and red alert,

All across the universe,

Calling all honest men

S.O.S. emergency,

Sinking fast and getting worse,

Where's your honest men

Strike a blow,

Save the ship,

We need a few good honest men

Calling all honest men

Calling all honest men

Calling all honest men

S.O.S. across the universe

Where's your honest

We need your honest

Calling all honest men

Calling out all over the world,

Where's your honest men

Looking out all over the world,

We need your honest men

Obviously, I do not feel all the world's political leaders are liars and/or bad, evil, people.

but the theme of the song in general is what I espouse.

Robert

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