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11/01/2005: "Uw papieren!"

De Bulgaarse jongeman die bij de brand in het uitzetcontainergebouw op Schiphol is omgekomen was een week eerder opgesloten omdat hij bij een identiteitspapierencontrole geen papieren kon laten zien.
De vrijheid om ongedocumenteerd rond te lopen is ons allen ontnomen onder de vlag van de zogenaamde veiligheid. We weten nu wat die veiligheid betekent: levend verbrand worden.

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Woody Guthrie

De weldaden van de staat zijn zo oud als de staat zelf. Dit is het lied Deportees van Woody Guthrie, dat gaat over een brand in een vliegtuig waarin "illegale" Mexicaanse landarbeiders uit de Verenigde Staten gedeporteerd werden. Het is uit 1948. Er is een recente versie van Billy Bragg, bijvoorbeeld.

DEPORTEES (Plane wreck at Los Gatos)


The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

CHORUS:
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"



Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?


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