I think Bob’s the only person able to chart the descent of our nation so ably, so sadly, so exactly. I remember the event, the assassination of JFK, but I wonder if younger people realize what was lost, and what we have yet to find again. Instead we are left with he who I won’t name. To recover the promise, the least each of us can do is vote. And Bob just told us why.
It’s been a long stretch since that day—fifty-seven years. Sure, technology has been on a steady, maybe sky-rocketing ascent, but that’s all surface, no thicker than an Apple’s skin. Something else, something vastly more important has been on a steady, maybe plunging, line of descent, and Bob has put his poetic finger on it.
I remember Camelot—the “best of the brightest,” when that slogan was in fact true. Something died that day, and I think that act opened a door through which great evils have entered the world, decade by decade.
So here we are, finally, led by the “worst of the selfish” and his minions. Camelot, overturned, has become Pluto’s deep cavern of Hades. Gold and roses have been replaced by shades of grey and drab. And sickly orange, of course.
But our media still insists on re-clothing him every day, too cowardly to speak the truth, or too beholden to the same lien-holders who were licking their thirsty chops all those years ago. And we let them. Must we still do so?
Back then we had the Vietnam War to galvanize young people. I know, I was one of them. Today we have a different kind of war, but a war nonetheless. Where are those mobilized kids today? Bernie has just dropped out of the presidential race—too early, and at such a crucial time when hope for better is more important than ever!
Wake up! Bob is trying to wake us up—again. His new song is dirge-like, sure, but as so many of his songs have been, it’s also an anthem—a call to action. We sang all the songs he mentioned to bring us forward through the decades to now. Today.
Back in those days we had the expression, “You can’t fight City Hall.” Direct attacks don’t work, the establishment is too strong. But end runs … Guerilla actions … do work. Under the radar. Out back, over on the side …
Following that foul event, a counterculture arose that eventually changed the world. (You might not realize this if you don’t remember the men in the gray flannel suits, the organization men…) Is it possible another end run might work?
We’d have to raise our heads up from our screens. We’d have to pay attention to what’s here and what’s now. We’d have to learn how to come to Peace with the world, and how to Be Still amid the din, outside and inside. But we could do it.
I have been silent for a long time. I’ve become somewhat of a hermit, and have been less eager to speak in public, having had a very negative, hurtful experience a while ago. Still, I’ve been writing and have a new book nearly done called High Alliances: The Last Path That Works. Maybe Dylan’s “Murder Most Foul” is a trigger for us all. Maybe it’s time to snap out of it—me and all of you, too.
My book is an end run. An alternate path that avoids City Hall and instead fertilizes the local, grassroots. What I’d like to do is release the book chapter by chapter, probably via YouTube and on a Patreon page that I’m setting up. Zoom.us is now a thing, so maybe we’ll do Zoom meet ups.
However this goes, it’s time to forge new alliances out here in the Country, away from the City.
By the way, Thanks, Bob.
Link with video: Bob Dylan’s Murder Most Foul