………The More They Stay The Same.
As many of you know I trawl Youtube for songs to put on my other blog to accompany the posts and photographs. Sometimes I score a palpable hit with someone and bring back memories they (mainly) enjoy. I usually like most of the ones I play and listen to them as I work. Because of that there are times I can’t avoid bringing the memories flooding back.
Yesterday I read a blog that shocked me to the core. and I’m only sorry that after I read and commented on it that I didn’t record it. I may have followed it but if I did I’d have problems directing anyone to it because of the content. It was brutal. I’m a child of the 50’s so grew up with the 60’s and the music of that era as well as many of the standards of that time. I know that with the older generation we were often referred to as The Great Unwashed, lazy, degenerate, godless and in some instances as the antichrist. Anyone who feels as I do about religion will see the humour in that.
In the 60’s the Hippie movement started, and like Topsy just grew. There was much disenchantment with Governments especially in America which using the draft was sending a young generation out to fight a war it shouldn’t be fighting and had no chance of winning. Many young Hippie became draft dodgers and earned the hate of a generation used to believing their Government could do no wrong.
Listen to the music of the time and songs like Eve of Destruction by Barry McGuire and you’ll hear mention of the war and the continual killing. But you’ll also hear of other battles taking place like Selma, Alabama. And across the Southern States of America where brave people of all colours were trying to break the evils of segregation. Yes, segregation in the 60’s, where whites would firebomb buses of people come to end this evil practice. Where African Americans were still being lynched, beaten or dragged on a rope behind cars, resulting in death. Those people who claimed superiority because of their colour were the godless, the antichrist. Anything to avoid using the same entrance to a shop as someone with colour and who saw no good reason why children of differing colours should be educated together.
You’d surely have to agree that the Hippy movement were the good guys back then. They sought change and brought it about by peaceful means. I’m not by any means saying it was just youth that cared either as the changes appealed to many of the older generation too. The blog I saw yesterday contained many pictures that sickened me to the stomach and chilled me to the bone. Lynchings, evil cowards who hid behind masks of white as though they were the ‘good guys’. I saw police who were part of this cancer who would no doubt claim to be following orders just like the Nazi’s before them. But good won out in the main and things changed. Vietnam ended and the soldiers came home. Segregation was ended and in the main things improved.
Now maybe it’s time for us aging Hippies to get back on the streets to force changes on another Government that has boys out fighting where they don’t belong even though they may not be drafted anymore. Maybe it’s time to force the administration to come down heavily on the corrupt police forces who seem to be able to shoot black suspects with impunity. Maybe it’s time to look at another way of electing our officials so that it isn’t money that wins their elections. And a way to make them answerable to the people if they don’t do the job they’re elected for. Maybe everywhere in the world the Church and the Government are separated so that in Ireland priests who commit acts against children cannot be protected ever again. That a Government decide to punish wrongdoers in the Moslem world and not accept the barbaric practices of their fundamentalist Imams or armed killers like ISIS.
Here are some of those songs I mentioned.