Joan Baez wrote in her autobiography of being signed as a new young artist to do a concert in the South and being told after the fact that only whites were going to be allowed in. She told them nuts to that and took the personal physical risk of making sure everybody knew they were going to be welcomed.
My parents, raised out West, were post-War newlyweds who’d just arrived on the East Coast when they were invited to a day at the beach. They showed up at the wrong one. It was their first experience with the racism of the early-1950s South, and horrified does not begin to describe it. Thank you for this strip.
I said that to my daughter, who rolled her eyes at what she was about to do as she pulled up a video. And I was like, That’s IT? That’s all of it? The whole song? And they play it againandagainandagainandagainandagain? My then-toddler grandson adored it.
Just a little soap destroys their scent trails—and also them, since they breathe through their skeletons. You can’t drown them in water but you can in soapy water, clogging them up.
Joan Baez wrote in her autobiography of being signed as a new young artist to do a concert in the South and being told after the fact that only whites were going to be allowed in. She told them nuts to that and took the personal physical risk of making sure everybody knew they were going to be welcomed.