In contrast, Montgomery was the site of the successful Montgomery bus boycott, sparked by Claudette Colvin and Rosa Parks, in which Martin Luther King, Jr. In that city, white supremacist police chief Bull Connor unleashed attack dogs against peaceful black marchers. In that city, the Ku Klux Klan bombed the 16th Street Baptist Church, killing four black girls. Birmingham, Alabama was the site of vicious white violence against African-Americans. It is interesting the Lynard Skynard chose to say the love for the governor was in Birmingham not in the state capital Montgomery. Wallace did all that he could do to keep African-Americans as second-class citizens within racial segregation. What the governor was true to was the vision of a white supremacist segregated South.
Where the skies are so blue and the governor’s true.” “In Birmingham, they love the governor (oo oo oo) Only what is being wistfully praised about “sweet Alabama” is its racially segregated past. To be fair, many Americans don’t understand “Sweet Home Alabama.” They are fooled by its childishly simple melody and chord progressions into thinking it is no more than a hymn praising home. They really don’t understand Lynard Skynard’s song defending racial segregation. They don’t much understand it, which is not their fault. Europeans know that America has long had its unique brand of racism. yet, I hear the song on occasion-too many occasions-in street fairs, pubs, and restaurants across Europe. The DJ probably had no clue about the song. He had timed his set to end when the choir was supposed to start, but they weren’t quite ready so he threw on something with a familiar catchy opening to fill the time for the crowd. I knew from experience what the DJ had done. The song stopped about a minute in and someone made an announcement that was quickly followed by a children’s choir beginning their set.
“Sadly, no,” I replied,” though it would be worse if they did know and they played it because of that.” “They have no clue what this song means,” my wife said. A DJ was playing standard mainstream music for the masses when suddenly the distinctive opening riff of Lynard Skynard peeled out from the loudspeakers. My wife and I were at a recent street festival in Prague, Czech Republic.
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