Hey Jude, Don’t Make it Bad. Take a Sad Song and Make it Better

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Good Morning:

The holidays are stressful for many of us, but we need to remember that they will be extremely difficult for Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin. This will be their first Christmas without Trayvon.

Added to each of our burdens, and especially to theirs, is the increasing anger, frustration, and emotional distress caused by the defense strategy to legitimize the defendant’s ludicrous claim of self-defense by appealing to racist fear of Blacks and Black gangsta stereotypes to demonize Trayvon and transform him into someone who deserved to die. But they do not stop at libeling the dead.

There is no honor, dignity or decency to be found in the defense camp.

By their racist supporters, who specialize in infesting websites where they derail peaceful and rational discussion, spew hate-driven false accusations and assassinate the character of anyone who dares to disagree with them, they have waged a no-holds barred war to destroy Sybrina Fulton, Tracy Martin, Benjamin Crump, Natalie Jackson, and an innocent young girl called Dee Dee, whose only “crime” is being Black, Trayvon’s girlfriend, and talking to Trayvon when the defendant attacked him without provocation and abruptly terminated his life in mid-shriek with a single gunshot to the heart.

We must remember to think of their pain this holiday season, instead of our own.

We also must remember that we are not powerless.

Although this case is an abomination, a marathon, and seems never ending, it will end someday.

I do what I do in this sacred place to assure that the story told about this case to generations of the unborn will be about the triumph of justice over racism, of hope over despair, of love over hate.

We will make it better.

There is a light at the end of this long tunnel, my friends, and it’s not an onrushing train.

Lonnie Starr wrote at 6:56 am today in response to Lady St.Claire:

“Step back and look at the strategy! The defense keeps asking for things, in the hopes of finding something incrimination, but all they’re getting is exculpatory material. Material that is going to be of no use to them. Meanwhile the SP is building a record of what the Defense has asked for and will not be using.

Now, under those conditions, pretty nearly anything the defense tries to present to the jury, the SP can show that the defense is also in possession of material that contradicts and precludes any such use. Each time the defense tries to take a step forward, the SP will be able to push them several steps back. Simply because the defense can be shown to be searching in vain for anything at all, no matter how minute or immaterial it might seem. Yet, still finding nothing at all.

The only question they’re probably asking around the SP’s offices is: Just how deep a hole is the defense going to dig itself into, before they realize they’d better stop digging? I can hear the peals of laughter emanating from the SP’s office from here.

Like I said, the SP’s offices have got to be one of the happiest places on earth to work about now.”

My wife Rachel posted the video early this morning of Wilson Pickett singing an incomparable soul version of song Hey, Jude, written by Paul McCartney, but credited to Lennon McCartney. According to Wikipedia, McCartney wrote the song to comfort Julian Lennon during his parent’s divorce. Listen closely to the electric slide guitar in the background by a relatively unknown studio musician at the time. His name is Duane Allman. At the end of this song, Pickett and Allman transcend.

We too shall transcend.