The Politics of Protest

1960s and 1970s

New LeftA political movement

in 1960s (especially among college students) marked by advocacy of radical changes in government, politics, and society.

Students for a Democratic SocietyProtested Vietnam, poverty, racism, etc –

Port Huron Statement that called for participatory democracy

Counterculture Hippies – promoted flamboyant dress,

rock music, drug use, free living

Haight-Ashbury District Area in San Francisco, CA – popular

gathering place for hippies

Andy Warhol Pop Art – Marilyn Monroe, cans of soup,

bold colors, comic book fashion

BeatlesBritish Invasion – Fab Four – Rock Band(Love Me Do, Hard Days Night, Help!, I

wanna hold your hand – Some drug songs like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds)

Woodstock 1969 – music festival in upstate New York

(another in CA later) – over 500,000 attended – The Who, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Joan Baez, Grateful Dead (and more)

(3 deaths – heroin overdose, ruptured appendix, and run over by tractor while sleeping)

Woodstock

Rachel Carson Wrote Silent Spring about the increasing

use of pesticides, DDT, that killed birds, fish, and other creatures – influenced Americans to look at environmental issues

Earth DayApril 22 - Started in the 1970 to devote a

day to addressing the country’s environmental concerns

Environmental Protection Agency EPA – enforce pollution standards,

promote research, coordinate anti-pollution activities

Clean Air Act Established emissions standards for

factories and automobiles (passed over Nixon’s veto)

Clean Water ActRestricted the discharge of pollutants into

nation’s lakes and rivers

Three Mile IslandSite of a major nuclear accident in 1979,

when a partial meltdown released radioactive material and forced the evacuation of thousands of residents

Ralph Nader Wrote Unsafe at Any Speed (said auto

companies put style above safety) – influenced Congress to pass National Traffic and Motor Vehicle Safety Act to set standards on the automobile industry

Blowin’ In the Wind – Joan Baez

How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain existBefore it's washed to the sea?Yes, 'n' how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be free?Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,Pretending he just doesn't see?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Fortunate Son- Creedence Clearwater Revival Some folks are born made to wave the flag,

Ooh, they're red, white and blue.And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.But when the taxman comes to the door,Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

Strange Fruit – Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear strange fruit,Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Southern Man- Neil Young

Southern man better keep your headDon't forget what your good book saidSouthern change gonna come at lastNow your crosses are burning fastSouthern man

I saw cotton and I saw blackTall white mansions and little shacks.Southern man when will youpay them back?I heard screamin' and bullwhips crackingHow long? How long?

Southern man better keep your headDon't forget what your good book saidSouthern change gonna come at lastNow your crosses are burning fastSouthern man

Lily Belle, your hair is golden brownI've seen your black man comin' roundSwear by God, I'm gonna cut him down!I heard screamin' and bullwhips crackingHow long? How long?

Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd Big wheels keep on turnin'

Carry me home to see my kinSingin' songs about the southlandI miss 'ole' 'bamy once againand I think it's a sin

Well I heard Mr. Young sing about herWell I heard ole Neil put her downWell, I hope Neil Young will remembera southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabamawhere the skies are so blueSweet home AlabamaLord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor - Boo Boo BooNow we all did what we could doNow Watergate does not bother medoes your conscience bother you - tell the truth

Get Up Stand Up- Bob Marley Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights

Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight

Preacher man don't tell me heaven is under the earth I know you don't know what life is really worth Is not all that glitters in gold and Half the story has never been told So now you see the light, aay Stand up for your right.

Most people think great God will come from the sky Take away ev'rything, and make ev'rybody feel high But if you know what life is worth You would look for yours on earth And now you see the light You stand up for your right, yeah!

Rainy Day Women – Bob Dylan Well, theyll stone ya when youre trying to be so good,

Theyll stone ya just a-like they said they would.Theyll stone ya when youre tryin to go home.Then theyll stone ya when youre there all alone.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned.

Well, theyll stone ya when youre walkin long the street.Theyll stone ya when youre tryin to keep your seat.Theyll stone ya when youre walkin on the floor.Theyll stone ya when youre walkin to the door.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned.

Theyll stone ya when youre at the breakfast table.Theyll stone ya when you are young and able.Theyll stone ya when youre tryin to make a buck.Theyll stone ya and then theyll say, good luck.Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned.

Born in the USA – Bruce Springsteen

Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much 'Til you spend half your life just covering up

I got in a little hometown jam And so they put a rifle in my hands Sent me off to Vietnam To go and kill the yellow man

Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" I go down to see the V.A. man He said "Son don't you understand"

had a buddy at Khe Sahn Fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a little girl in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go

Let’s Get Together- The Youngbloods Love is but the song we sing,

And fear's the way we dieYou can make the mountains ringOr make the angels cryKnow the dove is on the wingAnd you need not know why

C'mon people now,Smile on your brotherEv'rybody get togetherTry and love one another right now

Some will come and some will goWe shall surely passWhen the one that left us hereReturns for us at lastWe are but a moments sunlightFading in the grass

C'mon people now,Smile on your brotherEv'rybody get togetherTry and love one another right now

If you hear the song I sing,You must understandYou hold the key to love and fearAll in your trembling handJust one key unlocks them bothIt's there at your command

C'mon people now,Smile on your brotherEv'rybody get togetherTry and love one another right now

Volunteers- Jefferson Airplane Look what’s happening out in the streets

Got a revolution got to revolution Hey I’m dancing down the streets

Got a revolution got to revolution Ain’t it amazing all the people I meet

Got a revolution got to revolution One generation got old

One generation got soulThis generation got no destination to holdPick up the cry

Hey now it’s time for you and meGot a revolution got to revolution

Come on now we’re marching to the seaGot a revolution got to revolution

Who will take it from youWe will and who are weWe are volunteers of America

World On Fire

Sarah McLauchlan http://www.worldonfire.ca/

San Francisco - Scott McKenzie If you're goin' to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're goin' to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there

For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco Gentle people with flowers in their hair All across the nation Such a strange vibration People in motion There's a whole generation With a new explanation People in motion, people in motion

For those who come to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there