Um dos próximos visitantes ilustres de Porto Alegre será Bob Dylan, que confirmou show na capital de todos os gaúchos. Achoque dispensa comentários o fato dele ser um dos artistas mais influentes do Rock e de toda a Música Popular...
Em 1975, sob os auspícios de um dos casos criminais mais controversos da justiça americana, ele escreveu uma música de protesto, contra a prisão indevida de Rubin "The Hurricane" Carter, num julgamento cercado de intrigas, perseguição racial e outros interesses que talvez jamais venhamos à conhecer. A música restou imortalizada como um grito de protesto contra a segregação racial que ainda imperava nos Estados Unidos da época.
Trata-se de um Folk Rock, com violinos tocados à moda sulista e a já característica gaita de boca do Dylan. A letra bem construída conta a história do julgamento. Abaixo, as versões em inglês e traduzida, para melhor compreensão.
Hurricane
Bob Dylan
Pistol shots ring out in the ballroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they've killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they've killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked likemiddleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked likemiddleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Furacão
Tiros de revólver ressoam na noite dentro do bar
entra Patty Valentine vinda do salão superior
ela vê o garçon numa poça de sangue
solta um grito "Meu Deus, mataram todos eles!"
aí vem a história do Furacão,
o homem que as autoridades acabaram culpando
por algo que ele nunca fez.
colocando numa cela de prisão, mas houve um tempo
em que podia ter sido o campeão mundial
Três corpos deitados ali é o que Patty vê
e outro homem chamado Bello rodeando misteriosamente
"Eu não fiz isso"ele diz e joga os braços pra cima
"Estava só roubando a registradora , espero que você entenda.
"Eu os vi partindo" ele diz e pára
"É melhor um de nós ligar pros tiras"
e assim Patty chama os tiras
e eles chegam na cena com suas luzes vermelhas piscando
na noite quente de New Jersey
Enquanto isso, bem longe, em outra parte da cidade
Rubin Carter e uns dois amigos estão dando algumas voltas de carro.
O pretendente número um à coroa dos pesos-médios
não tinha idéia do tipo de merda que estava para baixar
quando um tira o fez parar no acostamento
igualzinho à vez anterior e à outra vez antes dessa
em Paterson é assim mesmo que as coisas rolam
se você é negro, melhor nem aparecer na rua
a não ser que queira atrair uma batida policial.
Alfred Bello tinha um parceiro e ele soltou um papo atrás dos tiras
Ele e Arthur Dexter Bradley estavam só fazendo uma ronda
Ele disse "Vi dois homens sairem correndo, pareciam pesos-médios
Pularam dentro de um carro branco com a placa de outro estado"
E a senhorita Patty Valentine apenas assentiu com a cabeça.
Um tira disse, "Esperem um minuto, rapazaes, este aqui não está morto"
Então o levaram à enfermaria
E embora esse homem mal pudesse enxergar
Disseram a ele que podia identificar os culpados.
As 4 da manhã eles arrastam Ruby consigo,
O levam para o hospital e o trazem escada cima
O homem ferido olha pra cima através de seu único olho moribundo
Diz, " Por que vocês o trouxeram aqui dentro? Não é esse o cara!"
Sim, eis aqui a história do Furacão,
O homem que as autoridades acabaram culpando
Por algo que ele nunca fez.
Colocando numa cela de prisão, mas houve um tempo
Em que podia ter sido o campeão mundial.
Quatro meses depois, os guetos estão em chamas,
Rubin está na América do Sul, lutando por seu nome
Enquanto Arthur Dexter Bradley continua no ramo do assalto
E os tiras estão apertando-o, procurando alguém pra culpar.
"Lembra daquele assassinato que aconteceu num bar?"
"Lembra que você disse ter visto o carro fugitivo?"
"Você acha que está a fim de brincar com a lei?"
"Não acha que talvez tenha sido aquele lutador que você viu correndo pela noite?"
"Não se esqueça de que você é branco"
Arthur Dexter Bradley disse "Não tenho muita certeza."
Os tiras disseram, "Um rapaz como você precisa de uma folga da polícia
Te pegamos por aquele serviço no motel e agora estamos conversando com seu amigo Bello
Agora,você não querter de voltar pra cadeia, seja um sujeito legal.
Você estará fazendo um favor a sociedade.
Aquele filho-da-puta é valente e está ficando cada vez mais.
Nós queremos botar o rabo dele pra fritar
Queremos pregar esse triplo assassinato nele
O cara não é nenhum cavalheiro"
Rubin podia apenas nocautear um cara com apenas um soco
Mas nunca gostou muito de falar sobre isso
"É meu trabalho", diria, "E eu o faço para ser pago
E quando isso termina, prefiro cair fora o mais rápido possível
Na direção de algum paraíso
Onde riachos de trutas correm e o ar é ótimo
E andar a cavalo ao longo de uma trilha."
Mas aí o levaram para a cadeia
Onde tentaram transformar um homem num rato.
Todas as cartas de Rubin já estavam marcadas
O julgamento foi um circo de porcos, ele não teve a menor chance.
O juiz fez das testemunhas de Rubin bêbados das favelas
E para os brancos que assistiam, ele era um vagabundo revolucionário
E para os negros, apenas mais um crioulo maluco.
Ninguém duvidava que ele tinha apertado o gatilho.
E embora não conseguissem produzir a arma,
O promotor público disse que era ele o responsável
E o juri, todos de brancos, concordou
Rubin Carter foi falsamente julgado
O crime foi de assassinato "em primeiro grau" adivinha quem testemunhou?
Bello e Bradley,e ambos mentiram descaradamente
E os jornais, todos pegaram uma carona nessa onda.
Como pode a vida de um homem desses
Ficar na palma da mão de algum tolo?
Vê-lo obviamente condenado numa armação
Não teve outro jeito a não ser me fazer sentir vergonha
De morar numa terra onde a justiça é um jogo.
Agora todos os criminosos em seus paletós e gravatas
Estão livres para beber martinis e assitir o sol nascer
enquanto Rubin fica sentado como Buda em uma cela de 3 metros
Um inocente num inferno vivo.
Essa é a história do Furacão,
Mas não terá terminado enquanto não limparem seu nome
E devolverem a ele o tempo que serviu.
Colocado numa cela de prisão, mas houve um tempo
Em que podia ter sido o campeão mundial.
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