Saturday, April 5, 2008

DIG IT:

DIG IT: More info today from racist, military boondoggling, union-busting Superferry builders Astral of Alabama including a very revealing National Labor Relations Board filing describing the kind of behavior at Austral that a lot current beneficiaries of white-privilege people think went out with Bull Conner and his fire-hose-riding justice system of the 50’s and 60’s

We haven’t fully gone over the 16,000 plus word document detailing a very apparent systematically racially discriminatory employment scheme upon which the case we reported on yesterday is based yet just, just as we haven’t looked through the record of illegal union-busting activities Astral was cited for in 2002, which allegedly continues today.

We’ll keep you updated and understand there’s more revelations to come. Whether the Superferry cheerleaders section in the Hawaii corporate press will look at and report on them remains to be seen.

Meanwhile enjoy these early 60’s lyrics from Phil Ochs that, it seems have become only more covert but not less prevalent in the sovereign racist state of Alabama.

Talking Birmingham Blues

Walkin down to Birmingham,
Way down south in dixieland.
I thought that I would stop a while
Take a vacation southern style
Got some southern hospitality...down there in a southern hospital.

Well, all the signs said welcome in,
Welcome if youre white my friend.
Come along and watch the fights
While we feed our dogs on civil rights.
We believe in segregation...negroes in one mob...Policemen, politicians, dogs in the other

Well I’ve seen travel in many ways
I’ve traveled in cars and old subways
But in Birmingham some people chose
To fly down the street from a fire hose.
Doin some hard travelin...from hydrants of plenty.

Well a pack of dogs was standin by
I walked up to them and I said hi
Well I asked one dog what they all were doin
He walked up to me and started chewin
It was a black dog...seems everybody down there is prejudiced.

Well I said there must be some men around
There cant be only you dogs in town
They said sure we have old Bull Cconner
There he goes, walkin yonder
Throwin some raw meat to the mayor...feedin bones to the city council

Well I said theres still something missing here,
You must have a governor somewhere.
Sure, hes doin his duty, he aint no fool
Hes blocking out kids from our schools
Standin in the doorway...crackin jokes...gettin re-elected.

So, I asked em how they spend their time
With segregation on their mind.
They said if you dont like to live this way
Get outta here, go back to the u.s.a.
Live with all them russians...new york agitatiors...yeah.

Some say theyve passed their darkest hour
Those moderates are back in power.
But listen close with open ears
Theyll help us out in a couple a hundred years.
But don't push em...whatever you do...Or else you get those extremists back in.

You see Alabama is a soveriegn state
With soveriegn dogs and soveriegn hate
They stand for the bible, for the constitution
They stand against communist revolution.
They say: its pinkos like you that freed the slaves.

4 comments:

MauiBrad said...

Nice Andy. Interesting lyrics. Where'd you pull those from? You have a 16,000 word document? I'll watch your blog for breaking news on this.

Aloha, Brad

Peter said...

The lyrics are from Phil Ochs' Live at Newport. He changed the words slightly when he released them on his first album.

shannon said...

Which reminds me of another Phil Ochs song...

Look outside the window, there's a woman being grabbed
They've dragged her to the bushes and now she's being stabbed
Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain
But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Riding down the highway, yes, my back is getting stiff
Thirteen cars are piled up, they're hanging on a cliff.
Maybe we should pull them back with our towing chain
But we gotta move and we might get sued and it looks like it's gonna rain
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Sweating in the ghetto with the colored and the poor
The rats have joined the babies who are sleeping on the floor
Now wouldn't it be a riot if they really blew their tops?
But they got too much already and besides we got the cops
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Oh there's a dirty paper using sex to make a sale
The Supreme Court was so upset, they sent him off to jail.
Maybe we should help the fiend and take away his fine.
But we're busy reading Playboy and the Sunday New York Times
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

Smoking marihuana is more fun than drinking beer,
But a friend of ours was captured and they gave him thirty years
Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why
But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

Andy Parx said...

Great site on Phil Ochs, Peter- the Talkin’ Birmingham song popped into my head on Friday, seemingly just as the tidbit on the Newport Festival was being posed on the site you have linked.

And I remember the day the A Small Circle of Friends album came out running out to buy and playing it and being enthralled with that song and playing it for everyone I knew. I thought it was appropriate for the times but it’s held up really well, as has, unfortunately, all of his work.