Mass Destruction [Song]

Uploaded by FaithlessVEVO

MASS DESTRUCTION
By Faithless

Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber
WICKED MIND is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
MISINFORMATION is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
RACISM is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
FEAR is a weapon of mass destruction.

My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
He sat on my bed, told me some facts.
"Son, I have a duty calling on me
You and your sister be brave, my little soldier
And don't forget all I told you
You're the mister of the house now, remember this
And when you wake up in the morning, give your Mama a kiss."
Then I had to say goodbye
In the morning, woke Mama with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I'm only a kid
Certain things can't be hid
Mama grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold.
I said, "Mama it will be alright
When Daddy comes home, tonight."

Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber
WICKED MIND is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
MISINFORMATION is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
RACISM is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
FEAR is a weapon of mass destruction.
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
GREED is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
INACTION is a weapon of mass destruction
INACTION is a weapon of mass destruction
INACTION is a weapon of mass destruction.

My story stops here, let's be clear,
This scenario is happening everywhere.
And you ain't going to Nirvana or far-vana,
You're coming right back here to live out your karma.
With even more drama than previously, seriously.
Just how many centuries have we been
Waiting for someone else to make us free?
And we refuse to see
That people overseas suffer just like we:
Bad leadership and egos unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead
I don't need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight.
There's only now, do it right.
'Cause I don't want your daddy leaving home tonight.

Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber
WICKED MIND is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
MISINFORMATION is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
RACISM is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
FEAR is a weapon of mass destruction.
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
GREED is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
INACTION is a weapon of mass destruction
INACTION is a weapon of mass destruction
INACTION is a weapon of mass destruction.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Faithless.

And on the matter of racism being a weapon of mass destruction, some interesting votes were cast at the UN last month. Links to the voting records are provided so you can overlay the configuration it discloses upon your map of the world. 

November 19, 2015 - These are the countries which voted at the UN AGAINST combating the glorification of Nazism, neo-Nazism and other practices that contribute to fuelling contemporary forms of racism, racial discrimination, xenophobia and related intolerance: Canada, Palau, United States of America and Ukraine.  Germany gallantly abstained.

November 19, 2015 - These are the countries which voted at the UN AGAINST a concrete call for action for the total elimination of racism, racial discrimination, xenophobia, and related intolerance and the comprehensive implementation of and follow up to the Durban Declaration and Programme of Action: Australia, Canada, Czech Republic, France, Germany, Israel, Marshall Islands, Nauru, Palau, United Kingdom and United States of America. 

November 23, 2015 - These are the countries which voted at the UN AGAINST the right of the Palestinian people to self-determination: Canada, Israel, Marshall Islands, Micronesia, Palau, United States of America.

Read more about the voting at Rabble.ca. Scroll down their page to read an excerpt from the Report of the Third Committee of the United Nations on its meeting of Nov 19, 2015  which contains some of the arguments for and against the resolution on Nazism.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

I say You Is ah Racist. [Spoken word]

Uploaded by TTRN -Trinidad and Tobago Radio Network Limited
I SAY YOU IS AH RACIST
By Keegan Maharaj

So is why some Africans like to say they were born in Africa but they doh act like Africans? And some Indians like to say they were born in India but they doh act like Indians? And still I see less dashikis and even less saris and more hoodies and sought after skinnies.

And still some people think I should not be on this stage, that I smell like curry and coconut oil dripping down the side of my ears, and I can't wine in time and I must be a racist, and I can't play football, and I should not exist in these spaces, in YOUR places

That I should not know Africa is not a country but the second largest continent filled with glorious countries - 1.3 billion people, 12 percent of the race runs in Africa. But you more African than me so you know that Sudan is the heart, and that half of all diamonds and gold comes from no other place but Africa with oil reserves that could make the whole world black and six percent of the earth's surface already black.... with poverty.

But I am not allowed to say these things 'cause I might lose friends I never really had.

I wonder when the first man was walking in Africa over 7 million years ago, if he was preoccupied with the thought of an Indian man somewhere in the West Indies having a ..... like this for African things? I wonder if the first man was a racist? I wonder if he would be my friend, come home by me, drink dhal, break roti, eat curry and watch Indian movies with my granny? Not just because he is hungry or polite but because he knows we are brothers, just like you know we are brothers.

I wonder if the next girl I date happens, like all the rest, to be African, if her parents will like me, if my parents will like her, if people will still stop and stare at us, if little Indian children will make faces and turn their nose in directions unknown and if my uncles will call me a disgrace just to propel their hate for the African race?

So if Africa is for the Africans and India for the Indians, then my dougla niece in Brooklyn suck salt mixed with hate and venom in this lost generation of lost big people manufacturing lost little people.

And now the crowd will scream! We have sold our souls for nothing, and nothing plus nothing equals nothing.

And still you say you not a, not a, not a, not a, not a racist.

But if your actions cause the same pain as racism, then you must be a racist so doh try to pass for no black nationalist and doh try to pass for no Indian culturalist...yeah.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Dhanyavaad, dhanyavaad, bahut dhanyavaad, Keegan Maharaj.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

LIBYA: Race, Empire, and the Invention of Humanitarian Emergency [Video]

Produced and uploaded by Maximilian Forte

"Based on my latest book, Slouching Towards Sirte: NATO’s War On Libya and Africa (Baraka Books, Montreal, 2012), and nearly two years of extensive documentary research, this film places the 2011 US/NATO war in Libya in a more meaningful context than that of a war to “protect civilians” driven by the urgent need to “save Benghazi”. Instead it counters such notions with the actual destruction of Sirte, and the consistent and determined persecution of black Libyans and African migrant workers by the armed opposition, supported by NATO, as it sought to violently overthrow Muammar Gaddafi and the Jamahariyah. This film takes us through some of the stock justifications for the war, focusing on protecting civilians, the responsibility to protect (R2P), and “genocide prevention,” and examines the racial biases and political prejudice that underpinned them. The role of Western human rights organizations, as well as misinformation spread through “social media” with the intent of fostering fear of rampaging black people, are especially scrutinized.

My recommendation is to watch this video on Vimeo itself, and it is of a quality sufficient for it to be view properly on the full screen setting. Many thanks for viewing." SOURCE

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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Maximilian Forte, for this sobering account of Libya's "liberation".  The conviction that I take away from this is that citizens of a country must always strive for unity against those times when inevitably the wolves circling the borders will be admitted by the wolves within. This united front would be like some of those ancient ruins which continue to amaze us to this day, where the stone blocks even without mortar were set together so perfectly that not even a blade can penetrate the joints. 

This video also commemorates the first anniversary of the brutal assassination of Muammar Gaddafi.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so. 

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

"White People, You Will Never Look Suspicious Like Trayvon Martin!"

White People, You Will Never Look Suspicious Like Trayvon Martin!
By Michael Skolnik
Global Grind | Posted March 19, 2012 by

"17-year-old Trayvon Martin was shot and killed by a Neighborhood Watch captain inside his own gated Sanford, Florida community where he was living with his father, stepmother and little brother.

"I will never look suspicious to you. Even if I have a black hoodie, a pair of jeans and white sneakers on...in fact, that is what I wore yesterday...I still will never look suspicious. No matter how much the hoodie covers my face or how baggie my jeans are, I will never look out of place to you. I will never watch a taxi cab pass me by to pick someone else up. I will never witness someone clutch their purse tightly against their body as they walk by me. I won't have to worry about a police car following me for two miles, so they can "run my plates." I will never have to pay before I eat. And I certainly will never get "stopped and frisked." I will never look suspicious to you, because of one thing and one thing only. The color of my skin. I am white.

"I was born white. It was the card I was dealt. No choice in the matter. Just the card handed out by the dealer. I have lived my whole life privileged. Privileged to be born without a glass ceiling. Privileged to grow up in the richest country in the world. Privileged to never look suspicious. I have no guilt for the color of my skin or the privilege that I have. Remember, it was just the next card that came out of the deck. But, I have choices. I got choices on how I play the hand I was dealt. I got a lot of options. The ball is in my court.

"So, today I decided to hit the ball. Making a choice. A choice to stand up for Trayvon Martin. 17 years old. black. innocent. murdered with a bag of skittles and a bottle of ice tea in his hands. "Suspicious." that is what the guy who killed him said he looked like cause he had on a black hoodie, a pair of jeans and white sneakers. But, remember I had on that same outfit yesterday. And yes my Air Force Ones were "brand-new" clean. After all, I was raised in hip-hop...part of our dress code. I digress. Back to Trayvon and the gated community in Sanford, Florida, where he was visiting his father.

"I got a lot of emails about Trayvon. I have read a lot of articles. I have seen a lot of television segments. The message is consistent. Most of the commentators, writers, op-ed pages agree. Something went wrong. Trayvon was murdered. Racially profiled. Race. America's elephant that never seems to leave the room. But, the part that doesn't sit well with me is that all of the messengers of this message are all black too. I mean, it was only two weeks ago when almost every white person I knew was tweeting about stopping a brutal African warlord from killing more innocent children. And they even took thirty minutes out of their busy schedules to watch a movie about dude. They bought t-shirts. Some bracelets. Even tweeted at Rihanna to take a stance. But, a 17 year old American kid is followed and then ultimately killed by a neighborhood vigilante who happens to be carrying a semi-automatic weapon and my white friends are quiet. Eerily quiet. Not even a trending topic for the young man.

"We've heard the 911 calls. We seen the 13 year old witness. We've read the letter from the alleged killer's father. We listened to the anger of the family's attorney. We've felt the pain of Trayvon's mother. For heaven's sake, for 24 hours he was a deceased John Doe at the hospital because even the police couldn't believe that maybe he LIVES in the community. There are still some facts to figure out. There are still some questions to be answered. But, let's be clear. Let's be very, very clear. Before the neighborhood watch captain, George Zimmerman, started following him against the better judgement of the 911 dispatcher. Before any altercation. Before any self-defense claim. Before Travyon's cries for help were heard on the 911 tapes. Before the bullet hit him dead in the chest. Before all of this. He was suspicious. He was suspicious. suspicious. And you know, like I know, it wasn't because of the hoodie or the jeans or the sneakers. Cause I had on that same outfit yesterday and no one called 911 saying I was just wandering around their neighborhood. It was because of one thing and one thing only. Trayvon is black.

"So I've made the choice today to tell my white friends that the rights I take for granted are only valid if I fight to give those same rights to others. The taxi cab. The purse. The meal. The police car. The police. These are all things I've taken for granted.

"So, I fight for Trayvon Martin. I fight for Amadou Diallo. I fight for Rodney King. I fight for every young black man who looks "suspicious" to someone who thinks they have the right to take away their freedom to walk through their own neighborhood. I fight against my own stereotypes and my own suspicions. I fight for people whose ancestors built this country, literally, and who are still treated like second class citizens. Being quiet is not an option, for we have been too quiet for too long." SOURCE

-Michael Skolnik

Michael Skolnik is the Editor-In-Chief of GlobalGrind.com and the political director to Russell Simmons. Prior to this, Michael was an award-winning filmmaker. Follow him on twitter @MichaelSkolnik

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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Michael Skolnik, especially for noting the silence of the privileged. This silence has been observed not only in instances where violence is caused by racism but where injustice of any sort occurs.

Have you noticed also that even when the privileged are silent, their lackeys - who are sometimes from the very communities which are disadvantaged, are often very vocal against their own brothers and sisters and supportive of the exploitative system. What exactly makes it worth their while to betray themselves and the victims?

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Don't Hate [Song]

Uploaded by cool4rocknroll DON'T HATE
By Colin Lucas
Arranged by Colin Lucas
Album: One-Foot Man | Coral | T&T 1995

"You damn coolie! Yes, yuh dutty nigger!"
Cruel words of hate propelled by deep-rooted anger
"You son of a slave!" and "You from indentured labour!"
Statements of fact and yet not cause to despise your neighbour.
We might be different, it's true, many creeds and races
Forged together right here from many different places
But now we got to chart a new course before it's too late
I say, we got to love one another. Don't hate.

So if Ramsingh house up in the air because he start a business there
[Don't hate] Say, "Well done!" [Congratulate]
If when the profits start to soar, he buy the property next door
[Don't hate] Do just like he. [Emulate]
And if he want to chop he big daughter because she love a nigger
Still [Don't hate] Show him that he wrong. [Educate]
I say, "Don't hate." [Educate.]

Divide and rule, schemed the old slave master
It was his ace in the hole, his tool to control our lives
But now he gone, we jump from the pot to the fire
'Cause under the guise of Independence, colonialism still thrives
Beware the new vanguard, I say, with their evil ambition
Clutching the reins of power with a racist tension
But we must expose and derail their plans to segregate
Fight back with the power of love. Don't hate.

So if Wong Ping, the next door Chinee, open up he fifth laundry
[Don't hate] Say, "Great job!" [Congratulate]
And if he save he last penny to send he kids university
[Don't hate] Learn from him. [Emulate]
And if he want to gamble 'way he life, lost he house and he wife
Still [Don't hate] Pull him aside. [Educate]
I say, "Don't hate." What to do? [Educate] You now talking!

They say that hate consumes the hater
While the hated and pure of heart moves blissfully on
Expel that hate from your heart right now, not later
Or you will soon become just an evil pawn
Come, let us unite Trinbago, build a stronger nation
With discipline, tolerance and production
And in the process of bonding, we will demonstrate
The full potential of love, not hate.

So if Joe, the blackest boy in school come first in test, prove he ent no fool
[Don't hate] Say, "Yeah, man!" [Congratulate]
And if added to that great report, he could play music and he tops in sport
[Don't hate] Do just like he. [Emulate]
But if instead of that, the young fella hooked on marijuana
Still [Don't hate] Set him right. [Educate]
I say, "Don't hate." Sing it. [Educate] Yeah!

Spoken lines: Too much hate in the world. How you could just watch a man and because he's a indian or a negro or a white man or a chinee just hate him, just so? Nah man, don't hate at all. Keep your heart full of love. Trinidad and Tobago, the West Indies, the world, only love could keep us going on the right track. Keep it tight, keep it tight! Respect!

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Colin Lucas, for a disturbing glimpse into a reality which inspired this song. It wasn't my reality though. My parents never displayed the slightest inclination to envy or to hate anyone for success of any kind, and there were always others around us who had much, much more than we could afford when we were growing up.

We were always taught that material wealth, for example, was there for the making, whether by honest or dishonest means, the latter route involving vigorous "pulling of the Devil's tail" according to my very religious parents. Unless you had inherited all your wealth, it was going to be hard work whichever road you chose. If you were not prepared to do the hard honest work or the hard dishonest work, then you should not envy the people who were so inclined. My mother would say, "Don't envy anyone. You don't know what people have to do and to go through to be where they are."

Of course, the fact that we never went hungry a day in our lives, and were sheltered, clothed, educated, loved and prayed over ever single day by two parents who had no intention, come hell or high water, as God was their witness, to ever abandon each other or their children, played no small part in making us feel that we were richer than most.

But if I imagine what it is like to stand in the shoes of brothers and sisters who lack the basic necessities, some through no fault of their own or even through the greed of others, I can see how despair can sometimes lead to envy and resentment and hatred.

Violence often springs out of an inequality which is perceived to be unjust.

It might sound strange that I am implying that there are inequalities that can be perceived as just, but if you think about it, many people support inequalities like monarchies and the benefits which are directed towards persons/institutions which are traditionally regarded as somehow deserving of a larger share of wealth. If you live in a society, for example, which is based on a religion which supports a caste system, as long as you are a believer, you will accept your lot in life as just, even if you are barely clinging to the lowest rung. The impulse behind colonialism and imperialism is fueled by the conviction that the world is its oyster and it is just that all others bend to accommodate its ambitions. The targets with the slavish mentalities accept and often facilitate their machinations as inevitable and part of Nature's plan. Over time, many of these slaves have occupied leadership positions in our country.

Democracy should allow us all to have a say in making the decisions that have far reaching impacts on our lives. We expect free and fair elections, we expect that there will be opportunities for our active participation in the civic and political spheres; we take as a given the rule of law and we anticipate that all the laws and procedures will apply equally to us all, and as citizens, we are confident that our rights as human beings will be protected.

Unjust inequality is the kind that is not democratically agreed upon. I did not agree that if the blue collar criminal commits a crime, he or she will be punished but not the platinum collar criminal. I did not agree that my government should make decisions that cause harm to one section of the population to enrich another section. While I agree that our creativity should be encouraged, I did not agree that exorbitant prizes should be heaped on entertainers while the citizens who have been making the more urgently needed contributions to their society are going unrecognised and unrewarded.

Most recently in the USA, Congress was bypassed in a decision to engage in a war that the country cannot afford on so many levels. This is not the "democracy" that I want for citizens anywhere but there are minds in our country that are clearly in shocking phototropic lockstep with the policies that are enforced there. This never fails to cause me deep disappointment but as I am not in the majority, I can only continue to fervently pray for my country's awakening.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Human Race [Song]

Uploaded by Marle de bakker HUMAN RACE
By Lord Pretender

This thing is worrying me day and night
This talk about nation and black and white
Oh, but it's torturing me day and night
This talk about nation and black and white
And nobody can say for true
Who the hell descended from who
But brother let me make you to understand
Two nation in this world is woman and man.

Chorus:
Because if an Indian woman go with an Englishman
That is one nation. Oh, lord!
An Irish man go with a Mongolian, another nation
So if a South African go with a Nigerian
The facts you got to face
No matter who your mother and father may be,
You belong to the human race.

And if what they taught me is right
They said that Adam and Eve was white
And so, if it's the truth that they tell
It's quite obvious, so was Cain and Abel
I don't know what happen and that's a fact
All I really know is Preddie born black
But if what they taught me I must believe,
Then I'm a descendant of Adam and Eve.

Chorus:
So if an Eskimo should go with a Korean, that is one nation
And a lil, lil pygmy with a big, big Amazon, another nation
So if an Egyptian should go with a Grenadian, wey you trying to trace?
No matter who your Mooma and Poopa may be,
You belong to the human race.

Believe me, I am one calypsonian
Who don't business with pigmentation
Don't matter what is the colour of your skin
That don't cut no ice with the Lord Pretender
Them Klu Klux Klan men from Alabama
I does see them in George Street and at Miramar
With all kind of wabine, they making move
So whey the hell in Alabama they trying to prove? Tell them...

Chorus:
A Puerto Rican go with a Chinese, that is one nation. Oh, lord!
A Russian go with a Japanese, another nation
So if a Carriacounian go with a Portuguese, that ent no disgrace
Don't matter wey your Mamma and Papa may be,
You belong to the human race.

Take for instance in the animal creation
There is no such thing as pigmentation
We got black and white in horse, goat and hog
And very often you could bounce up a brown-skin dog
How the hell you eating pork from the black-skin sow?
You don't ask for white meat from the white-skin cow?
Well if the animals have equality,
What the heck is the difference in you and me?

Chorus:
So if a Hawaiian go with a Trinidadian, that is one nation. Oh lord!
A Filipino with a Tobagonian, another nation
If an American should go with an African, I done sum up the case
Don't matter who your Mammy and Pappy may be
You belong to the human race.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

We Could Make It Easy If We Try [Song]

Uploaded by cool4rocknroll

WE COULD MAKE IT EASY IF WE TRY
By Mighty Sparrow

Respect one another,
Learn to live in peace together
Demonstrating we could make it
By doing the things we've been doing together so long
Things hard but we don't have to spoil one another reputation
Gone away, blabbing your mouth like you mad
The lies you tell, like you really hate Trinidad.

After all these years united, politicians come with lies
Exciting people, dividing people with mischief and mamguay
But we could make it, we could make it, you and I
We could make it easy if we try.

Side by side, we grow up
Sharing laughter, sharing tears
Through the good times, even the bad times
We come out and support one another all the way
Look how we celebrate the same religious and public holiday
Of course, we have disagreements that we must face
But that doesn't mean politicians must bring up race.

Is too much hate and racial tension
Too much politics of spite
Tell your leaders, preachers and teachers
That rhetoric have to die
'Cause we could make it we could make it, you and I
We could make it easy, easy if we try.

We had the same schooling
Basically we had same housing
We called other "Neighbour, neighbour!"
Racism never entered our hearts before
Now all of a sudden like both ah we fighting civil war
Where did you learn to treat me with such disregard?
And when did you learn douglarisation is so bad?

Those who fan the flames of hatred
They themselves, they don't know why
If you let them people succeed, they go put water in we eye
I say we could make it, we could make it, you and I
We could make it easy, if we try.

Racism is poison
For the advocators, there's no pardon
To have friends and neighbours become total strangers
And calling each other names to cause injury
We allowing them damn politicians to divide and rule we
To abide politics of hate is suicide
When peaceful coexistence is tested and tried.

You say you facing persecution?
"No freedom" you jump and cry
Now with Canadian immigration, deportation
Back home you have to die
And we could make it, we could make it, you and I
We could make it easy, if we try.

We could make it, we could make it, you and I, baby.

Afro, Indo-Trinidadian
We are one, there's no deny
Tell them I tell you, no dougla have to bow their head and be shy
'Cause we could make it, we could make it, you and I
We could make it easy, if we try.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Mighty Sparrow.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Split Me In Two [Song]

Uploaded by seukeran
SPLIT ME IN TWO
By Mighty Dougla

Let us suppose they pass a law,
They don't want people living here anymore
Just suppose they pass a law,
They don't want people living here anymore
Everybody got to find their country
According to your race originally
What a confusion I would cause in the place
They might have to shoot me in space.

Chorus:
Because they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious about sending back people for true, they got to split me in two.

From the time I small I in confusion
I couldn't play with no other lil children
If I go by the Negro children to play
They say, "You little coolie, now run away!"
I go by the Indian children next door
They say, "Noweyrian, what you come here for?"
I always by myself like ah lil monkey
Not one single child wouldn't play with me.

Chorus:
So if they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, Where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious 'bout sending back people for true, they bound to split me in two.

Hear what happen to me recently
I going down Jogie Road walking peacefully
Some Indians and Negroes rioting
Poor me didn't know not a single thing
But as I enter in Odit Trace
Ah Indian man cuff me straight in mih face
I ran by the Negroes to get rescue
"Look ah coolie!" and them start beating me too.

Chorus:
So if they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious 'bout sending back people for true, they bound to split me in two.

Some fellas having a race discussion,
I jump in to give my opinion
A young fella watch me in mih face
He say, "You shut your mouth, you ain't got no race!"
What he said to me was a real insult
But is not I to blame, is mih father fault
When he say I have no race, he did talking true
Instead of having one race, you know I got two.

Chorus:
So if they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious 'bout sending back people for true, they bound to split me in two.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Mighty Dougla.

For outsiders who do not understand this song, it is about the no man's land in which persons who are products of miscegenation can find themselves, especially when they are located within societies which haven't yet fully grasped the fact that humanity trumps ethnicity.

A "dougla" originally referred to a person of mixed East Indian and African ancestry, but it can also be used to include other mixed persons, so you can hear "douglarisation" being used to describe any process of mixture.

The Mighty Dougla is proposing an imaginary, ridiculous solution of being split in two to highlight the actual ridiculous reality of being ostracised because you are caught between two ethnicities which have not yet learned to accept the humanity of the next.

What would be his situation if East Indians and Africans were asked to return to the countries of origin of their ancestors? He finds himself between a rock and a hard place. Because he represents an irreversible fusion, he sees himself as also representing the point of NO RETURN - no return to Mother Africa, no return to Mother India.

The Mighty Dougla never explored the possibility that Mother T&T would never have allowed him to leave or to be cleaved, that she would have hidden him, as her own special creation, safely within the folds of her skirt until the racists had departed.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare