Well, what I like to do on formal occasions like this is to take some of the various types of songs that we all know and presumably love, and, as it were, to kick them when they're down. {...} first of all, the southern type song about the wonders of the American South. But it's always seemed to me that most of these songs really don't go far enough. The following song, on the other hand, goes too far. {...}It continues without employing any slurs, but it's just as savage as the one from That Was the Week That Was. (e.g. "When we're havin' fun, why no-one interferes/I wanna talk with Southern gentlemen/And put that white sheet on again/I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years.")
I wanna go back to Dixie,
Take me back to dear ol' Dixie,
That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me.
Ol' times there are not forgotten,
Whuppin' slaves and sellin' cotton,
And waitin' for the Robert E. Lee.
(It was never there on time.)
I'll go back to the Swanee,
Where pellagra makes you scrawny,
And the jasmine and the tear-gas smell jes' fine.
I really have a-fixin'
To go back where there's no mixin'
Down below that Mason-Dixon line.
I'm sorry but there is absolutely no reason to be proud of the Black and White Minstrel Show.Nobody said they were. The pride lies in a daring and biting work of satire. If you think the singer and dancers of that piece should be condemned for it, then you're so way off the mark. Likening this to the work of Chris Morris in his Paedogeddon is about right, for it shows that folk are too quick and too willing to misunderstand.
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Those brits.
posted by EricGjerde at 4:19 AM on June 23, 2012