This song was recently posted by Angela on her blog post of the same name. Link below as if I put it here WordPress wipes out all I have written and removes the classic bock.
This song was one I sang to myself in my worst time growing up, wishing my abusers and the fighting dysfunctional family I had been adopted into would listen and understand it. They would kill each to win an argument, to gain more money or power. This was the version I learned, I guess there are several others. Hugs. Scottie
Scottie's Playtime 
Good Morning, My Brother;
I wonder what happened to the promise that was the 70’s? I wonder how we lost that idea that peace on earth was something we could aspire to, that love of our neighbors was something worth our time, that the threats were worth less than the hope? I really miss hope.
Hugs
randy
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I miss that hope as well. This song has always been a favorite of mine, and at one time I actually thought there was something in this world to inspire hope. Now? Nothing at all.
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Hello Angela. Please I know you are older and struggling. But where there is life there is some good, some hope. If you need some help with that inspiration, just look at Jill’s good people doing good things posts. Plus as far as good things, the pendulum of the fundamentalist right taking over school boards is turning hard now that people are fighting back, taking back those anti-LGBTQ+ and changing polices back. You have so much good in your life to look back on. Let it strengthen you now. I care about you. Hugs. Scottie
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Thanks Scottie. It’s hard to hope for anything at the moment. I’m now in assisted living and a virtual prisoner of the system. I’m just really depressed at the moment, but as always, it will pass. Hanging in is difficult but doable.
Hugs! Angie
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Hi KentuckyAngel;
I hope you don’t mind that I poke my nose in and say hello. I read your responses to Scottie, and I just couldn’t help but to be amazed at the impact you’ve had on other’s lives. I remember the AIDS time – that rush of fear and loathing that left so many watching their lives fade from them while simultaneously losing their friends and family, their place in society. It was a modern day leper vibe, men women and children referred to as unclean, untouchable, and so many self-righteous believing they deserved their fate. I am so touched and proud for you. Can I do that?… be proud for someone I honestly don’t know?
Ok, I’ll let you be. I just wanted to let you know that I empathize with your current situation, and let you know that I found you admirable. Hold on to that hope and don’t stop spreading your light.
Hugs;
randy
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Hi Angie. I wish I could help you. It gets hard when your body fails and you are poor so that things you would like or need are out of reach. I feel that also. When Ron retired in 2020 we lost a third of our income. We also lost half our savings due to hurricane Ian. Every month we worry if we can pay the bills and afford food, much less the medical bills we keep building up. Plus Ron has to go to New England for his brothers funeral and to do that we need new tires for the car, an expense that will have to be done on credit, which leads to another monthly bill. So I do understand.
But Angie, it has a chance to get better while we are alive, we can’t change anything when we are not alive. I wish you the very best, Please stay in touch. I care. Hugs. Scottie
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Hi Randy. I agree. It seemed such a time for hope and dreams for the future. What happened. Greed and the huge income gaps. The ability to buy the legislators of state and federal by the wealthiest and most vile people. In their pursuit of more wealth they destroyed the dreams of the majority. Hugs. Scottie
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Thank you for the reblog Scottie. I am honored to think it brought back memories for you. Wish they could have been happier ones, but a lot of mine are unhappy as well. Mostly listening to my mother telling me how much she never wanted me. Those were also her last words to me before she died and I guess I’ll always be haunted by them.
My brother, Steve, was gay and in a marriage to a wonderful guy. Steve died Dec. 20, 2020, with his husband at his side and our sister holding his hand. He lived in Colorado Springs, as do both my sisters, so I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him, but Jay still stays in touch with us although he has moved back to Texas to be close to his family. But he is always my brother!
Mucho hugs!
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Hi Angela. I am sorry your mother left that with you. But you treated her fairly which I did with my abusive adoptive parents. That gives me the high ground and positive feelings. It sounds like you have wonderful siblings, something I admire and wish I had. They are again a memory and strength you can call on. Luckily today we have the internet and computers to keep in touch with programs like zoom, that work very well. Ron’s family used to family talk with their brother in the nursing home. It worked great. Thank you for being LGBTQ+ positive. The world needs more people like you right now. Hugs. Scottie
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I’ve just never understood why people are so damned concerned about anyone else’s lifestyle. I was the manager of Kentucky Indiana People With AIDS Colition (KIPWAC) for a few years until too many of my friends passed away. I had “adopted” one of the guys without the legal part but he called me Mom, which was an honor since his Mom had been such a positive influence in his life. After we lost him and then my mentor, Fr. Danny Goff, I had to take a break from it all. Too many people dying alone because of other people’s judgement! Fr. Danny was the one that got to me, so soon after Rick died, because Fr. Danny was hemophiliac, and so many people were judging him falsly. I wrote a monthly comumn about the human side of AIDS, tellling the stories of the people who we were losing to that horrible disease, and we got a lot of good vibes from that. In fact, someone saw the article in her beauty shop almost a year after I wrote it and called every Wink in the phone book looking for me. She had lost her son and was having trouble coping and we became friends who would talk about all of our losses. She joined the group that was making quilt panels and the year the stamp came out I was in charge of the first ever AIDS walk in Owensboro. It was so amazing that so many people came out for that, with the Mayor speaking to the crowd and coverage by all three TV networks. I think it even helped my mother cope when she found out that Steve was gay. Steve lived in Ft. Worth at the time, but he subscribed to the paper I was writing for and cut out every article I published. And the big surprise came when we were cleaning out mom’s house and found every one of the articles as well as every blog post I had written in her desk. Easy to forgive someone who doesn’t know how to show love, even though it all still comes back to haunt me at times.
My divorce came soon after Rick died and his partner didn’t have a place to go so he moved in with me until he was able to move on. Not sure why I’m thinking about all of that today, but I guess it’s too much time alone these days.
Hugs! Angie
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Hi Angie. I am sorry for your loss. That others touched you so is a testament to how good a person you are. Thank you. What you shared, what you did is so grand I don’t have the words to express it. The countless lives you touched. I understand your needing to step back when the deaths became too much. Ron’s mother, who I really liked, she got to the point where she hated her address book. She told us that there were too many dead friends in there, and she hated funerals and stopped going to them because it was the loss of another friend.
I do wonder about one thing, and it would be quite a coincidence. But Ron’s brother Loring who just passed had a lover he bought a town house with in Ft Worth who was named Steve who died due to aids. I wonder if your friend and my husbands brothers were lovers? What a small world we live in. Anyway, again thank you for what you did it is amazing. Hugs. Scottie
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I’m having a bit of trouble with this reply. It keeps wanting to cancel on me.
My brother was Steve Goetz, but he owned his house in Ft. Worth. I’m sure they probably knew each other because I went with Steve to several AIDS related functions and the gay community all seemed to know each other. So many wonderful people that I met there. Steve’s lover there was Chris Snodgrass, an artist and all around sweet person. Steve was also a Captain in the Air Force, last assignment Ft. Worth, retired and then called back as a civilian employee. He actually died of Chrones Disease, acquired while stationed in Turkey about 40 years ago. After his 30 years of active duty, followed by 25 years as a civilian employee he and Jay moved first to Tulsa and then to Colorado Springs so the AF couldn’t call him back again. Both of our sisters live in the Springs, so he was close to family as well as with Jay until his death. Jay has returned to Texas to be near his family, but we all continue to stay in touch with him. As far as I’m concerned he will always be my brother.
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Hi Angie. Thank you, you are a grand sister to your brother and his beloved. After I wrote that reply to you when I seen Ron I asked him. He told me I had confused Fort Worth with Lake Worth. His brother and that Steve lived in Lake Worth. I was happy to hear a bit of your brothers life along with Jay’s. Thank you for being such a wonderful person and family. Hugs. Scottie
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I was pretty young when this song came out. I always loved it but never got the message until recently. It is such a timely song!
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Hi Susan. Yes it is a grand song. I loved it as the message was against violence which was a constant in my life back then. Hugs. Scottie
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Also I forgot it was in Billy Jack. I remember seeing that movie in our little local theater and my little heart was just smashed to smithereeens.
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Hi Susan. That was a grand movie wasn’t it. Wow. So Moving. It struck so many cords in me. When the native boy tells the girl he wont have sex with her because she thinks it is the only way people will like her, that was me as a child offering my body for sex to avoid the pain of physical abuse. I wanted to be Billy, strong able to defend myself but willing to do the correct thing to help others. For a long time he was my hero. Hugs. Scottie
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Loved this song. still do as it epitomized the world we were attempting to navigate. First job with the NAACP, the marches for equal rights for African Americans and women…thanks for bringing back some incredible memories….and yes, I was the token white chick at work! I LOVED it!
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Hi Suze. Yes as I said in replies to other comments. It was an eye opener for me. I had to sneak watch it while the hell spawn watched it as I was not allowed to have access to the TV. When I became an adult I bought the CD and watched it over and over. Surprised I did not wear it out. But the credit goes to kentuckyangel24 / Angela for posting it on her blog first. I borrowed it from her. Hugs. Scottie
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I have commented about how unfair the “boomer” label is, how to my observation there are two perhaps three ‘generations’ that fit the boomer generation, and I think this song defined the worldview of the middle generation.
I read somewhere that this version actually aired on Sesame Street
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this helps me understand why i don’t identify as a boomer despite being born in those years.
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Hi Ten Bears. I agree about the boomer thing. The segment is too long, to many years covered by one group. I am lumped in with people much older than me. Thanks for the link. Hugs. Scottie
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