Wednesday, January 17, 2007

PAUL WATSON

THE SEASHEPHERD
AND POLITICALY CORRECT RACISM
(a parody of his parody of "The Walrus and the Carpenter")

by Monica J Charles
(A VETERAN OF WOUNDED KNEE 1973

The Shepherd slithered upon the sea
Painted with Killer Whales
Who do understand the hunt
He played tapes of their hunting songs
Not knowing what they said
As pods of Orca gathered

The Makah silently ignored him
And prayed for his eyes and heart to open
To the sacred circle of life
But he made too much money
Playing cowboys and Indians
Howling racist stereotypes

"You alcoholics and drug users!"
He screamed on the front pages
He didn't say it was his government
That gave these t o us for genocide
So they could steal our resources
It was they who endangered the gray

"I'm not a racist!" He bellowed for the TV
"I was the medic at Wounded Knee in 1973
The REAL veterans phoned each other perplexed
"I don't remember this guy, do you?"
"The medic was tall, skinny, handsome and black."
"Were you an FBI agent Paul? Are you now?

Pods of Killer Whales gather in council
To figure out this abberation
The sounds of a hunt and gray whales dying
When no such thing was happening
A warning Paul, you'd better listen good
You can't play with the Spirit without paying

He conned a lonely elder
into abandoning her traditional wisdom
And parroting his words instead
"You're the good Indian. They're the bad."
"Come with me, I'll make it worth your while,"
"If you tell the world, The Makah are tainted."

But the Whalers maintained discipline
They paddled each day out to sea
"Bare chested warriors!" He leered to the press.
But who's the savage? Who's the gentleman?
Who did not answer hate with hate?
Who turned the other cheek?

"The time has come," the racist said
"To crow and shout and spin."
"They survived our smallpox and alcohol."
"But we'll call it their sin."
"Their Treaty we'll destroy
Then throw it in the trash bin."

"But hold on now," the shepherds wailed
"Real Indians should paint their face!"
"And tie feathers in their braided hair."
Okay Paul, let's play fair!
Put on your kilt, paint yourself blue.
Where's your 18th century ship?

An anti-tank gun, the shepherd lied
Another time an elephant gun
"I'll use whatever image
will bleed your hearts and wallets
They're on welfare not me!
Just send me money! More money"

"I know what's best!" did the shepherd cry
For my skin is white
"A new industry for you,
Cameras not harpoons
Look over there while I dump my bilge
You didn't see Jonathon strike a whale!

"It seems a shame," The shepherd said,
"The lies and hate didn't work."
"They got their whale on live TV"
All the Tribes did rejoice.
They came to the feast from Fiji and Africa.
Nothing we did could stop it."

"In Port Angeles they marched
To stop the hate
I tried so hard to generate."
The world is evolving Paul
Despite your machinations
Love always overcomes fear.

There were no Samurai
That was another racist ploy
To create a backlash of white fear,
While Killer Whales are dying
And Nuclear plants reopen
Are you an agent from some secret government cell?