“Your music should be abou’ where you’re from an’ the sort o’ people yeh come from.—Say it once, say it loud, I’m black an’ I’m proud …—The Irish are the niggers of Europe, lads.”
The Commitments. http://www.yale.edu/glc/tangledroots/tr02c.htm
Envy is a terrible thing like Jealousy, very destructive.
The system sets up the Beautiful Rich people as role models and then punishes us all for falling short of the impossible standards mythologised in its own propaganda and we are then chastised for not being worthy.
I started my day today doing some reading on the Juxtaposition of Context and Motivation. Kiplings line in If , you can walk the unforgiving minute and build it back up with broken tools springs to mind(Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;)
The way I see it is that almost everybody is a victim here ( even to an extent the complicit and ignorant perpetrators ( forgive them father for they know not what they do.)and The corporations tell us it is all our fault because we demand the lower prices, Cornell wests quote below points to the caution required in allocating responsibility to victims?
My aim is not to provide excuses for black behavior or to absolve blacks of personal responsibility. But when the new black conservatives accent black behavior and responsibility in such a way that the cultural realities of black people are ignored, they are playing a deceptive and dangerous intellectual game with the lives and fortunes of disadvantaged people. We indeed must criticize and condemn immoral acts of black people, but we must do so cognizant of the circumstances into which people are born and under which they live. By overlooking these circumstances, the new black conservatives fall into the trap of blaming black poor people for their predicament. It is imperative to steer a course between the Scylla of environmental determinism and the Charybdis of a blaming-the-victims perspective.
from Race Matters. Cornell West.
We’re all Niggars now in the brave new world of the European Super state, all hail Borrosso and the other unelected technocratic leaches.
Hey Mr Politician, ya know they payin me scrip
Been working a life time you given me Zip
Even in Debt I can’t make ends meet
It’s Crowded in the gutter and Mean on the street.
Served in the name of your country for Kings and Queen
A home fit for heroes is this what you mean
Compounded interest never make ends meet
Miss a few PaYments and thrown in the street
Workin For life time my fingers are Raw
Work all the hours god sends and fight your bloody war
Deeper in debt but daren’t ask for more
Seems there’s a rule for the rich another for the Poor.
Gold it don’t Rust But Midas still Starved
We’re Ruled by your FIAT that aint the cars
Aint no Corporation lets me Work Rest and Play
An Honest Days work for a fairs Day pay
You Know we been Conned but you pay no head
You’re ignoring our Need and feeding their Greed
You reep what you sow and you stolen our seed
were the 99% and we’ve mouths to feed
GOLD IT DON’T RUST BUT MIDAS STIL STARVED
We’re Ruled by FIAT that aint the cars
Aint no Politician lets me work rest and Play
An Honest Days Work for a Fair Days Pay
You Reep what you Sow but you aint payin no head
You’r ignoring our plight and sharin their Greed
Hey mr BAnker Man get the hell out of Here
we the 99% and we want whats Fair.
You Reep what you sow and you stolen the Seed
we the 99% and we’ve moutHs to feed
Gold it don’t Rust But Midas he starved
We aint taking your Fiat we aint driving you’re car.