“White Riot....I wanna Riot...White Riot....a riot of my own....”
“White Riot....I wanna Riot...White Riot....a riot of my own....”
Until you have walked in their shoes, don’t exploit the Clash simply to besmirch the students who must endure life on the rough streets of Keene, New Hampshire.
When they listen to the Clash or Bob Marley, they get it, as they have been there too, as Keene is not unlike a Jamaican slum or dreadful London flat in Hammersmith back in 1977.
Think about the stress of getting out of your 4:00 p.m. “Classic New England Literature of the Early 21st Century” class and not being sure you can make it to your candy apple red BMW 7-Series and drive it all the way to the Urban Outfitters store before they close?
I’m the all-night drug-prowling wolf, who looks so sick in the sun.....
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