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Scarecrow, 2002-04-10, 6:31 a.m.


Yeah... for those of you that missed it, I got into my masters!! I figure most people didn't see the news as, as Pam pointed out, noone has said boo about it 'cept her. And while I don't need anyones positive feedback or ego stroking, I did want to bask in it for a while.... Of course, that's kinda selfish of me.

Ah well. If it's not there, it's not there. I'm just quite excited about this. I start classes next month and my advisor is one of my favourite profs. Yay.

I'm discussing Matthew Sheppard today. I'm playing a song that the department head is loaning me - Melissa Ethridge's 'Scarecrow'. We're then discussing it and a news article about Matthew Sheppard. We've touched on bullying and now I want to bring in specifics on being made a victim because you are what society - or your bullies - have deemed different. Here are the lyrics to the song we're listening to. Quite powerful.

Scarecrow
(M. Etheridge)

Showers of your crimson blood
Seep into a nation calling up a flood
Of narrow minds who legislate
Thinly veiled intolerance
Bigotry and hate

But they tortured and burned you
They beat you and they tied you
They left you cold and breathing
For love they crucified you

I can't forget hard as I try
This silhouette against the sky

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Angels will hold carry your soul away

This was our brother
This was our son
This shepherd young and mild
This unassuming one
We all gasp this can't happen here
We're all much too civilized
Where can these monsters hide

But they are knocking on our front door
They're rocking in our cradles
They're preaching in our churches
And eating at our tables

I search my soul
My heart and in my mind
To try and find forgiveness
This is someone child
With pain unreconciled
Filled up with father's hate
Mother's neglect
I can forgive But I will not forget

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Rising above all in the name of love


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