It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot, I froze to death
Susannah, don't you cry.
Oh, Susannah,
Oh don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susannah dear
A-coming down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
Says I, “I'm coming from the south,
Susannah, don't you cry.”
Oh, Susannah,
Oh don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee.
I come from A-la-ba-ma
With a ban-jo on my knee,
I'm going to Lou-i-siana,
My true love for to see.
Oh, Su-san-nah, oh,
Don't you cry for me,
For I come from A-la-ba-ma
With a ban-jo on my knee.
So, where in the lyrics are slaves mentioned?
Aunt Jemima?
You guys ought to see the way she works her nails across my back. Ohh! She's a maestro. The crisscross. The figure eight, strummin' the ol' banjo, and this wild, savage free-for-all where anything can happen.
where on the statue does it say the banjo player was enslaved?
Removing history, one statue at a time, one flag at a time, one step at a time.
That is how great civilizations have come and gone, almost without a trace.
These are not much different than al-Qaeda or ISIS destroying statues and old cities.
Maybe the guy/gal playing the banjo was willingly and happily playing because s/he was free - maybe being paid even.
I guess something like that isn’t worth considering.
Can’t put the white guy in a good light now, can we?
Is the Kentucky Derby next?
The Campptown ladies sing this song,
Doo-da, Doo-da
The Camptown racetrack’s five miles long
Oh, de doo-da day
Goin’ to run all night
Goin’ to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray
Oh, the long tailed filly and the big black horse,
Doo-da, doo-da
Come to a mud hole and they all cut across,
Oh, de doo-da day
Goin’ to run all night
Goin’ to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray
I went down there with my hat caved in,
Doo-da, doo-da
I came back home with a pocket full of tin
Oh, de doo-da day
Goin’ to run all night
Goin’ to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray
The hate-filled left's antics demonstrate that they are not fighting the usual lefty bugaboos---racism, sexism, homophobia, income inequality, or war.
They are fighting we, the people.
The tearing down of statues is not because they deplore racists, but because the statues memorialize Americans and American history.
Just as Soviet-era Communists didn’t just kill people; they erased them from photos and books, making them non-persons.
The goal then was to achieve total control of the present through the past.
Duh.
Hey, those things really didn't take place...
We see this often enough regarding the Holocaust as it is.
Way Down Upon The Swanee River....
I jumped aboard de telegraph,
And trabbled down de riber,
De lectric fluid magnified,
And killed five hundred nigger.
De bullgine bust, de horse run off,
I realy thought I'd die; Susanna, don't you cry.
They’d really go nuts over Kate Smith’s “That’s Why Darkies Were Born”!
Trying their damndest to ersae slavery from history but they’ll never let us forget slavery....
I give up.
A sign of the times, The Little Rascals. Around 9:45 is when some would get beyond triggered or just plain-out die.
So Taliban of the left. This will never end until they are punched in the face hard.