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Our racism stole the jobs and future of sad young men

Chapter 54

  

  

Misbegotten noon

  

  

shines for a sad young man,

  

  

let your gentle light

  

  

guide them all again.

  

  

All the sad, sad, sad young men.

  

  

Soon 70% of black men will be jobless in America - a figure already reached among oppressed minorities in Europe.

  

  

American taxpayers must now pay for more prison inmates per capita than another country in world history.

  

  

Though it is six times cheaper to give the oppressed a higher education, we tie up a growing share of our society's intelligence in such unproductive anger - and lose our competitive edge with other countries.

  

  

Our racism stole the jobs and future of sad young men, - not industrial automation.

  

 

For by killing all hope and self-worth in the oppressed through our stigmatizing thinking we are able to rob more and more of the scarce jobs for ourselves and transform our unwanted from unemployed to unemployable......after which we think even worse of them.

  

 

We don't any longer speak loud our deeper pain like Mrs. Pabst today, but our evasive behavior reveal for our victims that we think like her.

  

 

Modern racism is not a matter of speaking badly of others; it is about thinking badly of others.

  

 

With the negative power of our thinking we are subverting and killing our society - and our own futures.

  

 

Sing a song of sad young men,
glasses full of rye.

  

 

All the news is bad again
kiss your dreams goodbye.

  

 

All the sad young men
sitting in the bars

  

 

drinking up the night
and missing all the stars.

  

 

All the sad young men
drifting through the town

  

 

drinking up the night
trying not to frown.

  

 

All the sad young men,
singing in the cold

  

 

 

trying to forget
that they are growing old.

   

  

All the sad young men
choking on their youth,
trying to be gay
running from the truth.

  

  

Autumn turns the leaves to gold
slowly dies the heart.

  

  

Sad young men
are growing old,
that's the cruelest part.

  

  

Misbegotten noon
shines for a sad young man,

  

  

let your gentle light
guide them all again.

  

  

All the sad, sad, sad young men.

  

  

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