June 12th – Why does the establishment walk in such fear of
the rock music genre and its proponents? I mean, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll…isn't
it?
Not this shite we see each and every day (or is just that it seems that way) this shite we see each and every day on the talent (loose term) shows that are the staple of telly-on-the-cheap these days, where some twelve year old kid is singing a cover version of a song about the hardships of life (?) and kidding us that he/she has wanted to be singer all their life…yeah, all twelve long, hard years of it; yeah, right…right…OK, sorry, off on one; start again. Try and make it sensible; sorry about that last bit…
Not this shite we see each and every day (or is just that it seems that way) this shite we see each and every day on the talent (loose term) shows that are the staple of telly-on-the-cheap these days, where some twelve year old kid is singing a cover version of a song about the hardships of life (?) and kidding us that he/she has wanted to be singer all their life…yeah, all twelve long, hard years of it; yeah, right…right…OK, sorry, off on one; start again. Try and make it sensible; sorry about that last bit…
An unarmed Amadou Bailo Diallo was
standing outside his flat early one morning when he was approached by four
plain-clothes cops who thought he was another, completely different person who,
they had been told from the covert surveillance bods, was highly dangerous. In
the mother-of-all cases of mistaken ID they challenged him, he ran to his front
door (they were plain-clothes remember) he ran to his front door, pulled out
his wallet from his jacket and the cops shot him to death on the front porch.
19 bullets hit him. In total 41 were fired by four cops who, it can only be
said, made several catastrophic decisions in the brief time of the event. You
can read the rest, if you’re interested that is, in the reports of the day
(February 4th 1999) ‘cos, although I've given the gist I expect you to be
curious enough to read ‘em and weep; that’s not what I wanted to write about,
although I expect you to follow it through to the conclusion of the trial of
the four cops on the 25th February 2000.
Guess what?
No, what I wanted to put down was how
Bruce Springsteen was treated by the audience when he debuted his new song American Skin (41 shots) at a concert at
Madison Square Garden
on this day in 2000.
The A. B. Diallo shooting was an incident that sparked off all sorts of discussions about police brutality, about poor police training, about racial profiling, about the treatment of suspects, about the dissemination of police surveillance information, about the accuracy of intelligence gathering…ringing any bells with recent news events anybody?
The A. B. Diallo shooting was an incident that sparked off all sorts of discussions about police brutality, about poor police training, about racial profiling, about the treatment of suspects, about the dissemination of police surveillance information, about the accuracy of intelligence gathering…ringing any bells with recent news events anybody?
Then a rock singer gets up to put his
own take on it and he, Mr. Springsteen, was roundly booed by a large segment of
the audience. Now, one assumes they were fans of his (that’s why they bought
the ticket; no?) and so of a similar mindset. I mean, why would you buy a
ticket to show given by a band that you didn't like…and they aint cheap, so…?
So; picture it. Fans of Mr. Springsteen
booing him for singing a song about something they knew he would have a concern
about, I mean, that’s why they buy his stuff, isn't it, to hear like-minded
statements? Summat’s not kosher here, is it? Do you think, heavens to Betsy,
that they could have been a plant? To find that out, of course, you’d need to
be able to tap into the electronics of the watchers and get a look at the
round-robin E-mails, the txts and missives that were passed around leading up
to that particular night’s gig, but we can’t do that, can we? That’d be anti-social, illegal even…wouldn't it?
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