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I am still livid over the circumstances under which Jose Padilla was tried and convicted. Regardless of whatever crimes he may or may not have committed, the American justice system failed him by allowing men of evil intent to isolate him for two years and torture him until his sanity was perforated.
So, in memory of all who have been wrongfully convicted, a little song by Scottish musician Brain MacNeill:
Gerry Conlon stood before the jury Before the judge in his gown and his wig And the whole damn country was sure he was guilty Even though the evidence was rigged And when it all came out, it was the old familiar shout He'll be guilty of something, sure as hell What's a Paddy more or less - and anyway, he confessed Stick him down in his cell, and his father as well 'Cause Any Mick'll do, any black, any Jew Any poor wee soul who's not like you They're down from the trees and they're up from the bogs They come round here and they steal your jobs They're all the bloody same, just not the same as you And when a scapegoat's what you need - any Mick'll do
They told Annie Maguire she was a bomber She heard every expert witness testify That they'd found traces of gelignite upon her hands And British justice would not be denied And when they found they were wrong, it was the same old song She's a danger to us all if she's free With every day that goes by, we're more committed to the lie So just leave her be and throw away the key 'Cause Any Mick'll do, any black, any Jew Any poor wee bugger who's not like you They're down from the trees and they're up from the bogs They come round here and they steal your jobs They're all the bloody same, just not the same as you And when a scapegoat's what you need - any Mick'll do
I hate every Jew who kicks a Palestinian And every Nazi who ever kicked a Jew I hate every stupid bigoted opinion And if you don't hate them too, then I hate you But what I hate most of all is the sheer damned gall Of a system that never thinks twice About furthering a grudge with a jury and a judge And when they're loading the dice - tell me, who pays the price? 'Cause Any Mick'll do, any black, any Jew Any poor wee soul who's not like you They're down from the trees and they're up from the bogs They come round here and they steal your jobs They're all the bloody same, just not the same as you And when a scapegoat's what you need - any Mick'll do
Ah, any Mick'll do Any black, any Jew Any Pakistani who's not too blue
Ah, any Mick'll do, any black, any Jew Any poor wee soul who's not like you They're down from the trees and they're up from the bogs They come round here and they steal your jobs They're all the bloody same, just not the same as you And when a scapegoat's what you need - any Mick'll do
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