Brad Smith (jesus_h_biscuit) wrote,
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There is this amazing movie running on HBO called Normal starring Tom Wilkinson and Jessica Lange. It is absolutely gut wrenching and tragic, hopeful and uplifting, beautiful and loving and astounding. It is about a man who, after growing up in corn-fed Midwest USA and in his 50's, decides to let his family know that he is a woman trapped in a man's body. He needs to undergo hormone therapy and sex reassignment surgery to become complete. Brilliant movie. I was telling both Maggie and Damien that I feel such sympathy and admiration for transexuals, for the bravery it takes to be who they are in such a cruel society as ours.

I remembered this song that Buffy Sainte-Marie wrote that the Indigo Girls did this fantastic cover of called "Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee", it fits my current state of mind (with the war and everything else floating about this head of mine) so I'm posting the lyrics behind the lj cut tag...

written by Buffy Sainte-Marie

Indian legislation's on the desk of a do-right Congressman
He don't know much about the issues
So he picks up the phone and asks the advice of the senator out in Indian Country
A darling of the energy companies ripping off what's left of the reservation

I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
and the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
deep in the earth
Won't you cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

We got these energy companies, they're trying to take the land
And we got churches by the dozen trying to guide our hand
And sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

We got the federal marshals,
we got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire, got the FBI
They lie in court and get nailed but still Leonard Peltier goes off to jail
The bullets don't match the gun!

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(an eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(transferred in secret)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(got your murder and intimidation)
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
(bury me, bury me, bury me)

My girlfriend Anna Mae talked about uranium
Her head was full of bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hand and told us she died of exposure (yeah right)

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

Talk about a revolution
(They stole my land, they won't steal my soul)

We had the gold rush wars, why didn't we learn to crawl?
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl
They tell me, "Honey, don't be so uptight you can still be an Indian down at the Y on Saturday night..."

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

Bury my heart
(an eighth of the reservation)
Bury my heart
(was transferred in secret)
Bury my heart
(got your murder and your intimidation)
(Bury me, bury me, bury me)
Bury my heart

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