Bob Dylan - “Only A Pawn In Their Game”
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man’s used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He’s taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
‘Bout the shape that he’s in
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
(full lyrics here)
Forty-five years after Dylan wrote this, and how far have we really come? If tonight reaffirmed anything for me, it’s that the poor, the lazy, the uneducated and ignorant, those who can’t look beyond the prejustices they were taught to be true since they breathed their first breath… those people will continue to be pawns in the politics of fear, manipulation, and lies. May God, Darwin, or a fucking alien help this nation. When I wake up twenty-four years old on November 5th, I want to believe we still have a fighting chance; that my children might still have a fighting chance to live a life with the hope and opportunity so many people have given their lives to maintain; that despite our collective emapthy and pessimism, we can believe that better days lie ahead. The alternative… is there really one?