Not folk, but protest. Close enough. I’m not at liberty to go into the details, but I got an eyeful of some spectacularly misogynistic respectability-politics bullshit in action yesterday, and it reminded me of how terribly true this song remains — especially that bit about, “I’m still an embryo with a long, long way to go until I make my brother understand.”
Forty-two years later, and we’re fighting the same frickin’ battle.
Pathetic.
Emily
Red Fork Hippie 