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The note on Woodie Guthrie’s guitar notes that his music kills fascist ideas, stringent socioeconomic controls, suppression of the opposition through terror and censorship, and typically a policy of belligerent nationalism and racism.
Let’s see, who are really illegal immigrants in the USA?
Who are the people we count as illegal aliens?
Who counts as legal residents of the USA?
How far back should we look, to the
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Shall we count the Spanish/Mexican people who lived here in 1763, prior to all our wars with them? Shall we include those people in the land before we arrived in all the conquests and purchases? When you think of it this way, who are really the aliens?
There has got to be a better way for people of conscience, to resolve our current immigration dilemmas, that do not include separating families at the border, putting children in cages, or a gun to someone’s back or face, and deportation to this
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The scarcity mentality has infiltrated the minds and greedy hearts of 42-43 percent of those among us. We need to broaden our horizons and find creative solutions that do not include the destruction of human integrity, placing all non-American/non-white people in the same category as drug lords.We need to address crime issues, but often it is the illegal immigrant who is the victim of the crime, not the perpetrator.
Here are the words of “This Land Is Your Land,” by Woodie Guthrie:
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
words and music by Woody Guthrie
Chorus:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said – no tress passin’
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
Chorus
In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me.
Chorus (2x)
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