04 diciembre 2007

Una vida rota por los prejuicios - Hurricane

Bueno, pues esta es mi primera publicación y quiero hacerla con una de mis canciones favoritas. Además de por su melodía y la increible voz de Bob Dylan, esta canción me encanta porque se la dedicó Bob Dylan a "Huracán" Carter, cuando lo encarcelaron por asesinato.

Corría el año 1966 y la carrera del púgil "Huracán" Carter subía como la espuma. Al menos dentro del cuadrilátero, pues su condición de negro en Estados Unidos le seguía haciendo sufrir problemas de racismo. En ese mismo año estaba bebiendo en un bar para relajarse, donde uno de sus fans -Jhon Artis (también negro)- lo reconoce y se ofrece a llevarlo a su casa (aproximadamente a las 2:30 de la madrugada). Ya encaminados, una patrulla los detiene y, sin interrogarlos, son forzados a acompañar a los policías.

Después se enterarían de que se había cometido un triple asesinato a sangre fría en otro bar, y se había visto a dos negros en un coche blanco que fueron considerados los agresores. Rubin y Arist eran sospechosos.

Los llevaron a donde estaban los testigos, y no los reconocieron como los agresores. Luego los llevaron al Hospital St. Joseph para que una de las víctimas los reconociera y, aunque malherido, aseguró que ni Rubin ni Arist habían sido los agresores. En este lugar estaba el sargento Della Pesca, quien parecía inducir al herido a que los reconociera. Rubin "Huracán" Carter se dió cuenta de que aquel sargento que lo había humillado y discriminado quería involucrarlos en el asesinato como fuera.

Ese mismo año se les juzgó en un juicio repleto de mentiras y se les condenó a ambas cadenas perpetuas. El jurado estaba formado únicamente por blancos.

En noviembre de 1985 se le da la oportunidad a Carter de presentar más pruebas. El juez, tras revisarlas, le concedió la libertad inmediatamente. Se reconocieron los elementos de racismo que habían existido durante el proceso penal. Se reconoció la corrupción de la fuerza policial con la que se coercionaron declaraciones y se manipularon pruebas.

Carter fué puesto en libertad.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
enter patty valentine from the upper hall.
she sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
cries out, "my god, they killed them all!"
here comes the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethin' that he never done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does patty see
and another man named bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"i didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"i was only robbin' the register, i hope you understand.
i saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"one of us had better call up the cops."
and so patty calls the cops
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
in the hot new jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
number one contender for the middleweight crown
had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
when a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
just like the time before and the time before that.
in paterson that's just the way things go.
if you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin' around
he said, "i saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
they jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
and miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
cop said, "wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
so they took him to the infirmary
and though this man could hardly see
they told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul rubin in,
take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
the wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
says, "wha'd you bring him in here for? he ain't the guy!"
yes, here's the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethin' that he never done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
rubin's in south america, fightin' for his name
while arthur dexter bradley's still in the robbery game
and the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"you think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"don't forget that you are white."
Arthur dexter bradley said, "i'm really not sure."
cops said, "a poor boy like you could use a break
we got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend bello
now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
you'll be doin' society a favor.
that sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
we want to put his ass in stir
we want to pin this triple murder on him
he ain't no gentleman jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
but he never did like to talk about it all that much.
it's my work, he'd say, and i do it for pay
and when it's over i'd just as soon go on my way
up to some paradise
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
and ride a horse along a trail.
but then they took him to the jailhouse
where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of rubin's cards were marked in advance
the trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
the judge made rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
and to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
no one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
and though they could not produce the gun,
the d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
and the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin carter was falsely tried.
the crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
bello and bradley and they both baldly lied
and the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
how can the life of such a man
be in the palm of some fool's hand?
to see him obviously framed
couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
while rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell
an innocent man in a living hell.
that's the story of the hurricane,
but it won't be over till they clear his name
and give him back the time he's done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.

María Romero - 3º ESO

1 comentario:

maría dijo...


bno, pos k a mi sta canción m ncanta!!!