The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
I heard the news that Gil Scott-Heron died last night and thought, “that’s a bummer.” Rarely have I heard anyone’s anger come through so clearly in their music.
It’s not my nature to get political here. That said, maybe it’s time. I’m not black. I don’t live in the ghetto. I’m the man, a middle-aged (can that be true?) white guy. I haven’t been oppressed. I don’t pretend to feel Scott-Heron’s righteous anger.
But I was talking with my brother today and he said, “Gil Scott-Heron died.”
“I heard,” I said.
“The revolution will not be televised,” he said. “No truer words have ever been spoken.”
We talked more about the disintegration of personal rights, of how our government serves the people of the U.S. less everyday and the corporate interests more and more. As always, the conversation went on and I became overwhelmed and angry and depressed at how helpless I feel. I have no doubt that’s the plan.
Listening to this–
— I am struck by how universal these words are in 2011. We are all under siege and I wonder what final thievery will be the last. What will be too much for the people to bear at the hands of those who, when they walk on the streets of the towns and cities, see only voters and labor, tools to fill their pockets? What will it take for us as a nation to pour out our 32 oz. Cokes and turn off New Jersey Housewives and put down our copy of People long enough to notice our own complicity in the snow job the people in power are perpetrating upon us?
I don’t know the answer, but you can be damn sure the revolution will not be televised.