Winston Smith in 1984 did not disappear in the middle of the night as fast as Kate Smith's statue did outside of Wells Fargo (we cheat everyone on an equal basis) Sports Arena in South Philly. Where the Flyers Hockey team used to win with her record of God Bless America. Will they win now?
The NY Jankees baseball team banned Kate's God Bless America from the seventh inning stretch. All because of some dated racist today words that she recorded on records in the early 1930s even before Hitler was a twinkle in Fred Trump's eye.
Is Frank Rizzo still downtown or did they ship him to South Philly and send him to live with the fishes off a pier at the Navy Yard.
This is bullshit.
This political correctness of the left that is begging Trump to win in 2020 after it purifies the party of all old white people who they are not throwing under the bus while they were alive but dumping their statues into the back of pickups headed to the junk yard to cash in on the current price of scrap metal.
This sucks.
Who's next in the left's witch hunt for political purity???
Kate Smith - Paul Robeson sang this song and did not find it offensive. If anyone could complain about being a political prisoner in the United States for his political point of view, it was Paul Robeson, whose was banned from traveling abroad after the State Department withdrew his passport for a couple of years in the last 1950s.
That's Why Darkies Were Born - Lyrics:
Someone had to pick the cotton,
Someone had to pick the corn,
Someone had to slave and be able to sing,
That's why darkies were born;
Someone had to pick the corn,
Someone had to slave and be able to sing,
That's why darkies were born;
Someone had to laugh at trouble,
Though he was tired and worn,
Had to be contented with any old thing,
That's why darkies were born;
Though he was tired and worn,
Had to be contented with any old thing,
That's why darkies were born;
Sing, sing, sing when you're weary and
Sing when you're blue,
Sing, sing, that's what you taught
All the…
Sing when you're blue,
Sing, sing, that's what you taught
All the…
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