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Mort du boxeur Rubin « Hurricane » Carter

Parce que les chansons ont aussi le pouvoir d'ouvrir nos consciences, je veux rendre hommage à cet homme, l'ex-boxeur Rubin Carter qui vient de partir, au travers de cette chanson de Bob Dylan dont le 33 tours a tourné un million de fois chez moi en son temps (et même régulièrement depuis).

 

"Hurricane" Carter lors d'un match de boxe, en 1965. | AP/Uncredited

"Hurricane" Carter lors d'un match de boxe, en 1965. | AP/Uncredited

Rubin « Hurricane » Carter, un ex-boxeur américain qui avait passé près de vingt ans en prison pour un triple meurtre dont il avait été ensuite innocenté, est mort à 76 ans, dimanche 20 avril 2014 à Toronto.

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Sure you're now "the champion of the world" !

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Et voici Hurricane (extrait de l'un de mes albums cultes, Desire, 1976), histoire d'injustice que Bob Dylan, témoin de son temps, a "gravée" dans l'une de ses chansons.

Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out "My God they killed them all"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them leaving" he says and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"
Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"
"Don't forget that you are white".

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
You'll be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim".

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand ?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

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jackie 22/04/2014 07:35

J'ai beaucoup de mal avec la boxe …Mais son histoire qui hélas n'est pas unique , m'émeut profondément…
Merci pour ce partage
Bonne journée

eMmA 22/04/2014 08:06

Tout à fait d'accord avec toi Jackie, d'autant que je n'y connais rien en boxe. C'est l'affaire humaine qui m'interpelle.
Bonne semaine,
eMmA

Jeanne Fadosi 21/04/2014 16:35

j'avoue que je ne connaissais pas ce boxeur et son histoire, ni même le sens de cette chanson de Bob Dylan.

eMmA 22/04/2014 08:08

Pas grave. Moi, c'est mon intérêt pour Bob Dylan qui m'a amenée il y a longtemps à connaître cet horrible fait divers.

kas 21/04/2014 16:08

et bien moi , c'est la photo qui m'impressionne
je suis sûr que... toi aussi !
Oh, eMmA !

eMmA 21/04/2014 16:10

Non pas particulièrement.
Ce qui m'impressionne, c'est que dans une société dite évoluée, on soit capable d'imaginer que celui qui est différent est forcément coupable de tous les maux !

Aln03 21/04/2014 13:28

Tu as raison de lui rendre hommage , Emma .
Combien sont encore dans le même cas que lui, emprisonnés injustement ?
J'espère que les progrés dans l'Adn supprimeront toutes ces années de prison pour rien et tous ces condamnés à mort .
Une trés belle chanson écrite écrite "when you were a big girl now "
Bises
nicole

eMmA 21/04/2014 13:51

You're right Nicole !