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Message: <blockquote data-quote="omaladithya123" data-source="post: 3200659" data-attributes="member: 29868">FLOBOTS "Anne Braden"[Spoken]What I've realized since is that it's a very painful process but it is not destructive. It'sthe world deliberation. And what really happened in the sixties was that this country took justthe first step toward admitting that it had been wrong on race, and creativity burst out in alldirections.From the color of the faces in Sunday songsTo the hatred they raised all the youngsters onOnce upon a time in this country, long agoShe knew there was something wrongBecause the song said "yellow, red, black, and whiteEvery one precious in the path of Christ"But what about the daughterOf the woman cleaning their house?Wasn't she a child they were singin' about?And if Jesus loves us, black and white skinWhy didn't her white mother invite them in?When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?How did she already know not to ask the question?Left lasting impressionsAt a lesson, comfort's gone (?)She never thought things would ever change,But she always knew there was something wrong.Always knew there was somethin' wrong.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.Years later, she found herselfMississippi bound to helpStop the legalized lynching of Mr. Willy McGee.But they couldn't stop it,So they thought that they'd talk to the governor about what'd happenedAnd say, "We're tired of being used as an excuse to kill black men."But the cops wouldn't let 'em pastAnd these women, they struck 'em as uppitySo they hauled 'em all off to jailAnd they called in protective custody.Then from her cellShe heard her jailersGrumblin' about "outsiders".When she called 'em outAnd said she was from the south, they shouted,"Why is a nice, Southern lady makin' troubleFor the governor?"She said, "I guess I'm not your type of lady,And I guess I'm not your type of Southerner,But before you call me traitor,Well it's plain as just to say (?)I was a child in Mississippibut I'm ashamed of it today."She always knew there was somethin' wrong.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.[Spoken] And, all of a sudden, I realized I was on the other sideImagine the world that you're standing withinAll of your neighbors, they're family-friends.How would you cope facing the factThe flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?She faced this every day.People she saw on a regular basis;People she loved, in several cases;People she knew were incredibly racist.It was painful, but she never stopped loving them,Never stopped callin' their namesAnd she never stopped being a Southern womanAnd she never stopped fighting for change.And she saw that her struggle wasin the tradition of ancestors never aware of her (?)It continues today:The soul of a Southernerborn of the other America.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.She always knew there was somethin' wrong.[Spoken]What you win in the immediate battles is little compared to the effort you put into it but ifyou see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world, you know what could be(?? "oooh, ooooh"). You do have a choice. You don't have to be a part of the world of thelynchers. You can join the other America. There is another America!</blockquote>

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