Theres a black man with a black cat
Living in a black neighborhood
Hes got an interstate runnin through his front yard
You know, he think, that hes got it so good
And theres a woman in the kitchen
cleanin up the evening slop
And he looks at her and says:
Hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock
Folks here are up against forces outside their control; they are living in desperate, undignified, seemingly hopeless conditions; and they still thank God every day for waking them up in the morning, for the blessings of family and friends and good food and blue skies and soul-stirring music.
This is not to say that we shouldn't fight the systemic injustices in our world--that we shouldn't protest freeways being built through disenfranchised neighborhoods, or hurricane relief funding getting held up in state and local bureaucracies which deprive storm victims of the funds they urgently need to rebuild their lives***--but it does speak to the fortitude and resiliency of our neighbors. The ability to look at what you have around you, no matter how little it is, and appreciate it--that in itself is a gift, a small miracle.
***Help get HR 1227 passed! HR 1227, already passed in the House with an overwhelming, bipartisan majority, provides funding for hurricane survivors to secure temporary and long-term housing, including public and affordable housing, housing vouchers for elderly, homeless, and disabled people; it also extends the FEMA trailer deadline to December (instead of this summer). In addition, HR 1227 provides increased oversight of the funds the federal government has already earmarked for hurricane rebuilding. Send a letter to the Louisiana senators who are waffling over this bill:
http://www.colorofchange.org/hr1227/?id=2084-124616
or call your Senators to urge them to vote for HR 1227:
http://www.congress.org/congressorg/directory/congdir.tt?command=congdir
2 comments:
aka Nathan
Now I may dislike some of his songs (the over played ones), but I don't dislike Mellencamp that much. The epithet just rolled off the tongue one day, and I haven't been able to say his name correctly since then.
You're doing good work Leah. Some days...well many days, I wish I had your conviction.
Personally, I think it's hilarious, and every time I hear his name said on the radio, I have to explain to whoever's nearby the geniusness of your punnery.
Thank you. I know your conviction is in there, bubbling just under the surface--I'm just waiting for it to bust out and for you all to move to Belize! or wherever! and start something crazy. Plus you live it through your diet, something which I admire as very thought out and convicted; I haven't yet had the gumption to approach my food consumption habits honestly... e.g, I'm writing this as I eat my Kraft Mac n Cheese orangeosity. Mm, processed, brand-name foods!
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