Protest Songs. Nena. History of artist.
somebody keep telling me don't hang aroundIts been along time comingBut I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it willThen I go to my brotherAnd I say brother help me pleaseBut he winds up knockin' meBack down on my kneesThere were times when I thought I couldn't last for longBut now I think I'm able to carry onIt's been a long, a long time comingBut I know a change gone come, oh yes it will
Steve Bantu Biko (December 18, 1946 – September 12, 1977) was a noted anti-apartheid activist in South Africa in the 1960s and early 1970s. A student leader, he later founded the Black Consciousness Movement which would empower and mobilize much of the urban black population. Since his death in police custody, he has been called a martyr of the anti-apartheid movement. While living, his writings and activism attempted to empower blacks, and he was famous for his slogan, "black is beautiful," which he described as meaning: "man, you are okay as you are, begin to look upon yourself as a human being." The ANC was very hostile to Biko and to Black Consciousness through the 1970s to the mid 1990s but has now included Biko in the pantheon of the struggle's heroes, going so far to use his image for campaign posters in South Africa's first democratic elections, in 1994.
In 1987, Richard Attenborough directed the movie, Cry Freedom, telling Biko's story (based on Donald Wood's book), which helped to attract international support for the anti-apartheid struggle. The sheer brutality of how the majority population were treated shocked many, even some who had previously tended to sympathize with the whites on the basis that black Africans could not be expected to run the country as successfully or efficiently as they did. When, following Nelson Mandela's release from prison in 1990, the Apartheid system was replaced by a multi-racial democracy, the euphoria that followed was global. To some degree, Biko's death helped to make this happen.
It may have been Camelot for Jack and JacquelineBut on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasolineFidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's cryingOver luxury's disappointmentSo he walks over and he's tryingTo sympathize with her but he thinks that he should warn herThat the Third World is just around the corner In the Soviet Union a scientist is blindedBy the resumption of nuclear testing and he is remindedThat Dr. Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fellAt the first hurdleIn the Cheese Pavilion and the only noise I hearIs the sound of someone stacking chairsAnd mopping up spilt beerAnd someone asking questions and basking in the lightOf the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writerMixing pop and politics he asks me what the use isI offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses