It’s Sunday night and I’m watching a terrific show on ABC-TV about the song Strange Fruit, made famous by Billie Holuday. I, of course, stupidly hadn’t known it was a song about black lynchings, but now that I do the lyrics means so much more.
… Read the rest “Raelians”
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.