We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
Until the killing of black men, black mothers' sons
Is as important as the killing of white men, white mothers' sons
That which touches me most is that I had a chance to work with people
Passing on to others that which was passed on to me
To me young people come first, they have the courage where we fail
And if I can but shed some light as they carry us through the gale
The older I get the better I know that the secret of my going on
Is when the reins are in the hands of the young, who dare to run against the storm
Not needing to clutch for power, not needing the light just to shine on me
I need to be one in the number as we stand against tyranny
Struggling myself don't mean a whole lot, I've come to realize
That teaching others to stand up and fight is the only way my struggle survives
I'm a woman who speaks in a voice and I must be heard
At times I can be quite difficult, I'll bow to no man's word
We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
Until the killing of black men, black mothers' sons
Is as important as the killing of white men, white mothers' sons
That which touches me most is that I had a chance to work with people
Passing on to others that which was passed on to me
To me young people come first, they have the courage where we fail
And if I can but shed some light as they carry us through the gale
The older I get the better I know that the secret of my going on
Is when the reins are in the hands of the young, who dare to run against the storm
Not needing to clutch for power, not needing the light just to shine on me
I need to be one in the number as we stand against tyranny
Struggling myself don't mean a whole lot, I've come to realize
That teaching others to stand up and fight is the only way my struggle survives
I'm a woman who speaks in a voice and I must be heard
At times I can be quite difficult, I'll bow to no man's word
We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/3/11 - 16:07
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Scritta da Bernice Johnson Reagon
Nell’album delle Sweet Honey In The Rock intitolato “We All... Everyone Of Us”
“Chi crede nella libertà non si riposa finchè non sia conquistata, finchè l’uccisione di uomini neri, di figli di madri nere, non sia importante quanto l’uccisione di uomini bianchi, figli di madri bianche…”
Propongo questa canzone dopo l’ennesima uccisione di un nero ad opera della polizia.
L’altro giorno ad Atlanta, Georgia, è stato ucciso un altro giovane nero, Anthony Hill, di 27 anni. Era un veterano delle guerre americane e aveva problemi mentali, un disordine bipolare chissà se connesso alla sua esperienza sotto le armi.
Anthony l’altro giorno era in piena crisi e girava nudo per la città bussando alle porte, spenzolandosi dai balconi e strisciando per terra… Era visibilmente, molto alterato, ma nudo e disarmato…
Quando un poliziotto, intervenuto sul posto, gli ha intimato di stendersi a terra e di stare tranquillo, lui invece gli è corso incontro e quell’altro, anziché sparargli alle gambe o usare il taser d’ordinanza, lo ha freddato con due colpi al petto… Ha ucciso un uomo nero, nudo e in preda al suo male…