Didikorts Reiseblog

Innauguration Day!

Eigentlich ist ja heute ein Feiertag für einen der größten US-Amerikaner!



Seine Worte haben bis heute Gültigkeit.

https://www.npr.org/2010/01/18/12270...n-its-entirety

Kleiner Auszug:

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down in Alabama little Black boys and Black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

Rev. Dr Martin Luther King

Ansonsten hat der Schnee zugeschlagen:





Auf dem Weg nach Elmont, Islanders gegen Columbus!

Einiges am TV gesehen und Reden gehört. Mir kamen da ein paar Lieder in den Sinn!

This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I roamed and rambled, and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me, a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
There was a big, high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said "Private Property"
But on the backside, it didn't say nothing
This land was made for you and me
When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

Woody Guthrie

Oder auch vom Jersey Boy:

What is this land America, so many travel there
I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there the women wear silk and satin to their knees
Children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
If you make your home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
I docked at Ellis Island in the city of light and spire
Wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
Made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
We made our home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land
The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothin' in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin
Died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
Died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now
The hands that built the country we're always trying to keep down
There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land

Bruce Springsteen

Mit Blick auf den 23.2. kommt mir aber auch ein Lied aus meiner Stadt in den Sinn:

Unsere Stammbaum


Ich wor ne stolze Römer, kom met Cäsars Legion
Un ich ben ne Franzuus, kom mem Napoleon.
Ich ben Buur, Schreiner, Fescher, Bettler un Edelmann,
Sänger un Gaukler, su fing alles aan.
Su simmer all he hinjekumme,
mir sprechen hück all dieselve Sproch.
Mir han dodurch su vill jewonne,
mir sin wie mer sin, mir Jecke am Rhing,
dat es jet wo mer stolz drop sin.

Ich ben us Palermo, braat Spaghettis für üch met.
Un ich, ich wor ne Pimock, hück laach ech met üch met.
Ich ben Grieche, Türke, Jude, Moslem un Buddhist,
mir all, mir sin nur Minsche, vür‘m Herrjott simmer glich.

Su simmer all….

De janze Welt, su süht et us, es bei uns he zo Besök.
Minsche us alle Länder triff mer he aan jeder Eck.
Mer gläuv, mer es en Ankara, Tokio oder Madrid,
doch se schwade all wie mir un söke he ihr Glöck

Knipp/Bläck Flööss

dat es jet wo ich stolz drop bin