“He captured Harper’s Ferry with his nineteen men so true.
He frightened old Virginia till she trembled through and through.
They hung him for a traitor, they themselves the traitor crew.
But his soul goes marching on! — Glory, glory, hallelujah…
It wasn’t the Lord who trampled out slavery. It was abolitionist John Brown. The song which roused Union forces as they marched in the Civil War was JOHN BROWN’S BODY. The lyrics were retooled by Julia Ward Howe as “Mine eyes have seen the glory”, rededicated to God, because Osawatomie John Brown was a domestic terrorist don’t you know.
Former president George W. Bush may have been drunk as he danced on the somber occasion of the memorial to the Dallas police killed by modern avenger Micah Johnson. But Dubya, alone among the traitor crew, let us see the true spirit of mockery that Howe’s makeover propaganda represents. Servicemen gave their lives for an honorable cause while their rulers converted their anthem, an appreciation for a true moral example, into praise for entrenched higher authority.
Today our leaders let fellow unrepentant war criminals bite their thumbs at us fools. The old abolitionist’s unquenched passion should haunt us still, if we weren’t robbed of his memory: “John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in his grave–”
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in his grave.
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in his grave.
John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in his grave.
His soul goes marching on!
Those are the Goddamn lyrics.
Another lost fool in search of a waterboard. You know, in Texas we were taught, usually by osmosis, that John Brown was crazy. And a murderer. And that we weren’t supposed to ever question the official history. And that slaves were given good treatment. and that abuse of slaves was “rare”. All kinds of really stoopid shit. There’s a textbook called “the Story of Texas” that’s required in 7th grade history. Statewide. Guess what publishing conglomerate for whom Dubyas baby brother does contract work publishes that book? Of course it’s old news, I just repeat it for the readers who aren’t very conscious, yeah, that’s a good euphemism. The poor souls don’t have enough attention span to look it up or recall it. It’s a civic duty.