I’ve purposely not written a post specifically about the stunning insurrection that occurred at the Capitol last Wednesday, because I knew I wasn’t in the right head space to properly address it. I was too angry, too sad, too outraged, too everything to properly process the fact that an American president would defile his own country in such a manner.
And yet so many things to say, so much accountability to lay.
I’ll get there, eventually, but right now I’m still too.
Instead, I just want to share a song. It’s a bit syrupy, I’ll admit, and the song is almost as old as I am. But I’ve always liked it, and some of the phrases take on a special resonance after the mindlessness and hatred on display a week ago, a resonance that the songwriters most likely never imagined. Then again, most of us never imagined the images we saw and will be seeing for some time.
I spent a good few hours trying to track down the right video of said song, and that quest also proved to be too. Too many covers, too many crappy versions, too many clicks on options that would have been okay if the audio quality wasn’t so wretched. In the end, I went with a bare-bones video (still crappy audio, so you might want to crank the volume a bit), one that simply features an image of the 45rpm of the song recorded by the band that first shared the lyrics with us, The Original Caste. And that seems right, because we should listen to the words.
Words are important.
A concept that fails to register with an American president and much of his party, as they continue to point fingers at everyone except themselves.
Enjoy. As much as you can.
P.S. As I prep this post, I’ve got one eye on the news. Over the last twenty-four hours, we’ve seen growing signs of a reckoning in Washington. I know better than to hope too much, but still, I hope…