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Vanzetti's Letter

アーティスト:Woody Guthrie  アルバム:Ballads Of Sacco & Vanzetti 

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The year, it is 1927, an' the day is the third day of May; Town is the city called Boston, an' our address this dark Dedham jail. To your honor, the Governor Fuller, to the council of Massachussetts state, We, Bartolomo (sic) Vanzetti, an' Nicola Sacco, do say: Confined to our jail here at Dedham an' under the sentence of death, We pray you do exercise your powers an' look at the facts of our case. We do not ask you for a pardon, for a pardon would admit of our guilt; Since we are both innocent workers, we have no guilt to admit. We are both born by parents in Italy, can't speak English too well; Our friends of labor are writin' these words, back of the barsin our cell. Our friends say if we speak too plain, sir, we may turn your feelings away, Widen these canyons between us, but we risk our life to talk plain. We think, sir, that each human bein' is in close touch with all of man's kind, We think, sir, that each human bein' knows right from the wrong in his mind. We talk to you here as a man, sir, even knowing our opinions divide; We didn't kill the guards at South Braintree, nor dream of such a terrible crime. We call your eye to this fact, sir, we work with our hand and our brain; These robberies an' killings, were done, sir, by professional bandit men, Sacco has been a good cutter, Mrs. Sacco their money has saved; I, Vanzetti, l could have saved money, but I gave it as fast as received. l'm a dreamer, a speaker, an' a writer; I fight on the working folks' side. Sacco is Boston's fastest shoe trimmer, and he talks to the husbands and wives. We hunted your land, and we found it, hoped we'd find freedom of mind, Built up your land, this Land of the Free, an' this is what we come to find. If we was those killers, good Governor, we'd not be so dumb and so blind To pass out our handbills and make workers' speeches, out here by the scene of the crime. Those fifteen thousands of dollars the lawyers and judge said we took, Do we, sir, dress up like two gentlemen with that much in our pocketbook? Our names are on the long list of radicals of the Federal Government, sir, They said that we needed watching as we peddled our literature. Judge Thayer's mind's made up, sir, when we walked into the court; Well, he called us anarchistic bastards, said lots of other things worse. They brought people down there to Brockton to look through the bars of our cell, Made us act out the motions of the killers, and still not so


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