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No Knock

Gil Scott-Heron
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Il pezzo di Gil Scott-Heron, pubblicato proprio cinquant'anni fa, è assolutamente attuale. Prende di mira John Mitchell, attorney general - in pratica il ministro della giustizia - dell'amministrazione Nixon.

NO KNOCK


Mitchell aveva introdotto una legge che autorizzava esplicitamente la pratica poliziesca - peraltro già largamente utilizzata - del "no knock", ossia autorizzava la polizia a entrare nelle case private per perquisizioni e arresti senza bussare, senza identificarsi.

E infatti nessuno aveva bussato tre anni prima alla porta di Fred Hampton, ucciso mentre dormiva in una spedizione omicidia organizzata dall'FBI e dalla polizia di Chicago.
Um, we want to do a poem for one of our unfavorite people, um, who’s now the head of the, uh, Nixon campaign. He was formerly the Attorney General named John Mitchell. Um, Nixon’s campaign seems to be out, you know, getting off on a rather hip foot after his trip to China in the name of peace, uh, while they were killing people right across the street, so to speak, in, uh, North and South Vietnam. But, um, no-knock, the law in particular, was allegedly, um, aheh, legislated for black people rather than, you know, for their destruction. And it means, simply, that authorities and members of the police force no longer have to knock on your door before entering. They can now knock your door down. This is No Knock.

You explained it to me, I must admit
But just for the record, you were talking shit
Long rap about no-knock being legislated
For the people you've always hated
In this hellhole that you, we, call home

No-knock, the man will say
To keep that man from beating his wife
No-knock, the man will say
To protect people from themselves

No-knocking, head-rocking
Enter, shocking, shooting, cussing
Killing, crying, lying, and
Being white
No-knock

No-knocked on my brother Fred Hampton
Bullet holes all over the place
No-knocked on my brother Michael Harris
And jammed a shotgun against his skull

For my protection?
Who's gonna protect me from you?
The likes of you?
The nerve of you?
To talk that shit face-to-face
Your tomato face deadpan
Your deadpan deadening another freedom plan

No-knocking, head-rocking
Enter, shocking, shooting, cussing
Killing, crying, lying, and
Being white

But if you're wise, no-knocker
You'll tell your no-knocking lackeys—ha!
No-knock on my brothers’ heads
No-knock on my sisters’ heads
No-knock on my brothers’ heads
No-knock on my sisters’ heads

And double-lock your door
Because, soon, someone may be no-knocking—ha, ha!
For you

No Knock. To be slipped into John Mitchell’s suggestion box.

2022/2/12 - 22:46



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