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    Mumia

    Non so quanti di voi siano a conoscenza di questa persona...
    questoè il link ufficiale


    questa è un piccolo tratto della sua storia

    Chi è Mumia Abu Jamal
    Giornalista nero noto per le sue battaglie contro la corruzione della amministrazione e della polizia in Pennsylvania. Nel 1980 diviene Presidente della "Black journalist association". Ministro dell'informazione del Black Panther Party. Come ex appartenente al Partito delle pantere nere, sostenitore di MOVE, e giornalista nero vincitore di premi conosciuto come "la voce dei senza voce," Jamal ha vissuto una vita vibrante di lotta dalla parte dei poveri, i neri e gli espropriati negli U.S. Anche dalle spaventose condizioni del braccio della morte, Jamal continua a parlare come portavoce degli oppressi in articoli che compaiono regolarmente nei giornali di tutto il paese.



    Alcuni antefatti (1978/1981)
    Nel 1978 la comunità nera di Powelton Village viene aggredita dalla polizia di Philadelphia, comandata dal capo della polizia Frank Rizzo. Mumia ne denuncia la brutalità. Rizzo gli promette: "Faremo i conti. Con te e con questa setta di fanatici". Tre anni dopo la polizia attacca di nuovo la comunità e la bombarda con gli elicotteri: a terra rimangono undici morti, fra cui donne e bambini. Mumia fa nuove denuncie.



    Il fatto per cui e' condannato
    Quel giorno, il 9 dicembre del 1981, il giornalista aveva un appuntamento con il fratello. Il ragazzo era lì, dall'altra parte della strada. Ma non era solo. C'era un poliziotto che gli contestava una contravvenzione. E lo faceva con molta violenza, gli metteva le mani addosso. Mumia Abu-Jamal attraversò di corsa la strada, gridando che lo lasciasse stare. Il poliziotto si voltò verso di lui e freddamente gli sparò nella pancia. Il giornalista cadde a terra, in una pozza di sangue. Perdette i sensi. Erano in un quartiere nero. Gli Stati Uniti sono pieni di gente che va legalmente in giro armata. Qualcuno vide che avevano sparato a Mumia, popolarissimo radiocronista. Quel qualcuno sparò tre volte al poliziotto e lo ferì a morte. Ma fu Mumia Abu Jamal ad essere accusato.



    e questa è la canzone Voice of Voiceless dei rage against the machine

    Uh, uh
    Cmon check it

    Through steel walls
    Your voice blastin on
    True rebel, my brother mumia
    I reflect upon
    You be tha spark
    That set the prairie fires on
    Make the masses a mastodon path
    To trample the fascists on
    At fifteen exposed phillys finest killing machine
    Boots and mad guns
    They pacify ya young
    Cause and effect
    Smell tha smoke and tha breeze
    My panther, my brother
    We are at war until you’re free

    Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
    Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless

    Yet tha powerful got nervous
    Cause he refused to be their servant
    He spit truth
    That burned like black churches
    Prose and versesa million poor in hearses
    Watch the decision of dred scott
    As it reverses
    Long as the rope
    Is tied around mumias neck
    Let there be no rich white life
    We bound to respect
    Cause and effect
    Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze
    My panther, my brother
    We are at war until you’re free

    Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
    Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
    Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
    Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless

    And orwells hell a terror era coming through
    But this little brothers watching you too
    And orwells hell a terror era coming through
    But this little brothers watching you too
    Watching you too

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    Quasi incredibile, ricorda vagamente la storia di 'Hurricane' Carter.
    Non credo che, ancor oggi, il sud del cotone sia totalmente guarito.
    Più la si cerca e più si allontana, la base dell'arcobaleno.
    foto

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    si un pò ci assomiglia come storia

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    [supersaibal]Originariamente inviato da laMumm|a
    dimi [/supersaibal]

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    [supersaibal]Originariamente inviato da zaratustra
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    l'hai chiamato

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    [supersaibal]Originariamente inviato da laMumm|a
    dimi [/supersaibal]
    :maLOL: :maLOL: ti amo

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    [supersaibal]Originariamente inviato da taddeus
    Quasi incredibile, ricorda vagamente la storia di 'Hurricane' Carter.
    [/supersaibal]
    Il film che hanno fatto sulla sua storia è bellissimo.

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    Bob Dylan
    Hurricane

    Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
    Enter patty valentine from the upper hall.
    She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
    Cries out, my god, they killed them all!
    Here comes the story of the hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin’ that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Three bodies lyin’ there does patty see
    And another man named bello, movin’ around mysteriously.
    I didn’t do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
    I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand.
    I saw them leavin’, he says, and he stops
    One of us had better call up the cops.
    And so patty calls the cops
    And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’
    In the hot new jersey night.

    Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
    Rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around.
    Number one contender for the middleweight crown
    Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
    When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
    Just like the time before and the time before that.
    In paterson that’s just the way things go.
    If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street
    ’less you wanna draw the heat.

    Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
    Him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin’ around
    He said, I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights
    They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.
    And miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
    Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead
    So they took him to the infirmary
    And though this man could hardly see
    They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

    Four in the mornin’ and they haul rubin in,
    Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
    The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
    Says, wha’d you bring him in here for? he ain’t the guy!
    Yes, here’s the story of the hurricane,
    The man the authorities came to blame
    For somethin’ that he never done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
    Rubin’s in south america, fightin’ for his name
    While arthur dexter bradley’s still in the robbery game
    And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame.
    Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
    Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
    You think you’d like to play ball with the law?
    Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?
    Don’t forget that you are white.

    Arthur dexter bradley said, I’m really not sure.
    Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break
    We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend bello
    Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
    You’ll be doin’ society a favor.
    That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver.
    We want to put his ass in stir
    We want to pin this triple murder on him
    He ain’t no gentleman jim.

    Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
    But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
    It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
    And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way
    Up to some paradise
    Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
    And ride a horse along a trail.
    But then they took him to the jailhouse
    Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

    All of rubin’s cards were marked in advance
    The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
    The judge made rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
    To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
    And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
    No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
    And though they could not produce the gun,
    The d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
    And the all-white jury agreed.

    Rubin carter was falsely tried.
    The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
    Bello and bradley and they both baldly lied
    And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
    How can the life of such a man
    Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
    To see him obviously framed
    Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
    Where justice is a game.

    Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
    Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
    While rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell
    An innocent man in a living hell.
    That’s the story of the hurricane,
    But it won’t be over till they clear his name
    And give him back the time he’s done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.
    [supersaibal]Una volta qui c'era il bar Mario
    L'han tirato giù tanti anni fa
    E i vecchi, i vecchi, i vecchi i vecchi
    sono ancora lì che dicono che senza non si fa

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