Listening to Baez's Prison Trilogy right now, and found myself in tears at this part.

[dixiegrrrrl]

Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife
Though the clothes upon his back were wet
Still he thought that he could get
Some money and things to start a life
It hadn't been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong
They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male
Thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby quite alone
He eased the pain inside him
With a needle in his arm
But the dope just crucified him
He died to no one's great alarm
Come and lay, help us lay
Young Luna down
And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons
To the ground

I think it is important to recognize
Music helps release some of the emotional impact these last 2 years have had on us.

[Atticus]

1. Thanks for giving a damn. nt

[FM123]

2. Blows my mind that decades later, those words sound like they were written just yesterday

[displacedtexan]

3. I know, right?

I'm tired of having to protest the same damned 30 freaking % of the country that absolutely hates the rest of us enough to round up the weakest among us and let them die.

[FM123]

4. Exactly. Same hate, different day.

[dixiegrrrrl]

5. (where's the like button....where's the damn button????)

Oh hai.....exactly what you said.

Everything goes in cycles.......the pendulum has to start on the swing, I think I see signs that it has.
But the pure brain hurting, sleep disturbing game has a ways to go, I fear.