Caldonia
February 12, 2009 | Comments | Uncategorized
heard this song in Starbucks and wanted it and found this: LOUIS JORDAN - CALDONIA (1940′S)
that’s a great version. and then I found this
on YouTube:
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As I was reading the world’s accolades for the President-Elect, this is the best thing I read today:
“If we can have a black U.S. President we can have a black James Bond.”
–Daniel Craig, actor
got this link this morning. Just awesome. Look at the series of photos.
The introduction is made. The crowd applauds. The black man takes the stage.
“As I stand here before you please know… I am not just a man. I am not just a black man. I am a dream. The dream of my father who wished his son didn’t have to struggle like he did. Who didn’t get overlooked when he needed to feed and shelter his family. Who didn’t have to make his voice higher so as not to seem too intimidating. Who didn’t have to use the colored fountain.
The dream of my grandfather who wished his son and grandson didn’t have to struggle like he did. Who didn’t have to move up north away from working the farm to work in a trade. Who didn’t have to lower his head when talking with white people. Who didn’t have to drop out of school in the 3rd grade to help raise his siblings.
The dream of my great-grandfather who wished his son, grandson and great-grandson didn’t have to struggle like he did. Who didn’t have to try to remember his father because he was auctioned off to the highest bidder separate from his mother. Who didn’t have to breed with his sister. Who didn’t have to buy his freedom. Who didn’t have to find and buy his children back.
The dream of my great, great, great, great great grandfather who wished none of his descendants would ever have to struggle like he did. Who didn’t have to be beat when he tried to stand tall. Who wasn’t whipped when he refused to breed with his sister. Who didn’t have to be lynched and left as a reminder to others.
I am the dream of my father, grandfather, great grandfather and great, great, great ancestors. I am who they dreamed I would be. I am not the man you see before you. I am the struggle, the tears, the blood, the hope and the dream.
I dream of a day when my son doesn’t have to struggle like I do. Who doesn’t have to work twice as hard in private and show half his spirit in public. Who doesn’t have to smile to keep from crying. Who doesn’t have to move from the city so he’s not a suspect. Who doesn’t have to be an African-American. Who doesn’t have to be a black man. Who can just be.
I am the dream.”
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