So it is on this cold, rainy, January day in 2013, I am recalling a poem I read and partly memorized a half century, a lifetime. ago–these are the words which I recall…..
We fight the baddy baddies,
For colour, race and cree
For Negro, Jew and Bernie
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
Clearly a John Lennon poem–back in the day (as the young now say and sometimes the 110 year olds like me, too), John was all the rage, writing such nonsense poetry (was it?) and singing such wondrous songs, sometimes writing them as well–and they echo over the decades in my mid-afternoon twilight sleep, the poetry of my life. The songs which so influenced me. Where are the songs of today to raise awareness, to call the young to action?
So much for poetic writing, I think. What does that have to do with life today? Well, you might wonder, but I suppose I don’t. For, of course, I have fought the ‘baddy baddies’ over the decades, for just those things–for colour, race and cree, for Negro, Jew and Bernie…………..
wait a minute.
I KNOW Bernie…..
and yes, he is a cause worth the fight.
Right now, Bernie is in the hospital recovering from hip replacement surgery done yesterday. Tomorrow he comes to our house to spend a few days. Then he returns to his rustic home and farm, 17 miles down the Natchez Trace. Yes, I know Bernie. I just didn’t know him then.
Who would have imagined that 50 years ago, this poem I would memorize and recite as sort of a ritual, laughing outside at the absurdity of the words and on the inside about how ridiculous it really would BE to fight the baddies, this poem would run a common thread through my life? The baddy baddies were, after all, societal norms, the lack of justice. I sort of did it anyway. Fight against them. Quietly. You know, with that unspoken rebellious nature. It never left me. Ahhh youth! In every 110 year old is an 18 year old trying to get out. Or get back in, I’m not sure which it is. Anyway, that’s moi.
They still are baddy baddies. Only today it might read, "For Muslim, Jew and Blacks" or maybe we’d just eliminate the "Jew" part of the poem and settle on Muslim, Black and Bernie." Yes. I’d definitely include Bernie. (More likely, we’d leave out Muslim rights. I’m not a person who doesn’t see reality, you know. Including Muslim rights might be a tad too far in this day and age. But recall, including Blacks and Jews was JUST as inflammatory back in the day. Which is why, quite literally, some of my best friends are….well, all three. And now Bernie.)
It’s funny how time seems to circle. I have been thinking lately about how that comes about. Perhaps we really ARE operating in something of parallel universes, I got a glimpse of "Bernie" in the 1960’s and somehow knew it was important. Or perhaps John Lennon who wrote the poem knew of Bernie.
Either way, I know John would approve–of both of us. So, for that I’m pleased.
Here are all the words to Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me:
Deaf Ted, Danoota, (and me)
Thorg hilly grove and burly ive,
Big daleys grass and tree
We clobber ever gallup
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
Never shall we partly stray,
Fast stirrup all we three
Fight the battle mighty sword
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
With faithful frog beside us,
Big mighty club are we
The battle scab and frisky dyke
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
We fight the baddy baddies,
For colour, race and cree
For Negro, Jew and Bernie
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
Thorg Billy grows and BurnIey ten,
And Aston Villa three
We clobber ever gallup
Deaf Ted, Danoota and me.
So if you hear a wonderous sight,
Am bluster or at sea,
Remember whom the mighty say
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me-
(sometimes we bring our friend, Malcolm.)
I never did figure out who Malcolm was, though.
So I suppose now you want to know who Bernie is.
Bernie can speak for himself and has. Often. He also has spoken on behalf of medical marijuana and paid quite a price for his actions of growing a little bit and helping out four of his terminally ill neighbors. Got raided on his remote farm for a small amount of mary jane. I mean, please folks, does anybody care if he was helping people. He wasn’t making a dime on it. The raid was by the Feds–this because, in my somewhat enlightened opinion, but maybe I’m wrong, he drew the wrath of the powers-that-be (the baddy baddies) by starting a now-deceased organization called "Gathering to Save Our Democracy" to which 39 states sent representatives. This as Bush took over what was left of our Democracy and got himself selected to be President. Nevermind that. Nobody was trying to oust him (at least not this group). Nope, this group simply wanted our ballots counted accurately. NEXT TIME. Which isn’t happening and wasn’t then. Only now it’s worse. We’ve moved on. Other fish to fry, I guess, beginning with a couple of wars.
So you see what I mean here. Bernie was leading the charge of democracy. AND, at the same time, he was somewhat of a revolutionary in that he knows a tremendous amount about medical uses of marijuana, substance abuse, politics, the Constitution, democracy, not to mention the ancient ways of many Indian cultures. Lots of degrees. I mean, this guy is edumacated. He’s smart. And he can grow corn. All by his own self.
Diverse guy, right? Google him if you don’t believe me. Bernie Ellis. Or see links at the bottom.
Yes. And he can write, which is what he began to do while in the half-way house serving out his sentence for a non-crime. And he managed to post it and send his writings to friends he picked up along the way, from all over the country. Wonderful stories, which were true–both of his life and his friends’ lives, of the half-way house, of his loves, of his experiences. Bernie got himself on the cover on our local ‘rag’–and there was a huge benefit to help him save his farm, which the Feds were trying to confiscate as payment for the marijuana charge. They got 25 acres in the end. But he got to stay on the farm and keep the rest of it.
He continues to fight the baddy baddies–this time for his own liberation (he’d like a pardon, but it has not been forthcoming yet), but also for all of us. You may not be aware, but your vote may or may not count. There is no way to tell with automated counting machines without a paper trail. Happy trails to you, my friends. Happy trails.
And so, in that way, our politicians are selected. Oh, sure, there are a million ways to skin the cat so to speak–to steal elections–and it’s been going on forever, we all are aware of it. At times, I, too, got my panties in a wad over it all–to use the crude image. I’ve learned, though. Best keep oneself calm, cool and collected and do it quietly and from the inside. You know, like this–just write it down and maybe post it or whatever, and the baddy baddies may be exposed for their badness.
Or maybe not.
At any rate, that’s Bernie. That’s how I got to know him. I think he’d give you or me the shirt off his back if either of us needed it. At this point, he has little else other than his farm AND his shirt. At least he’s going to have use of the legs again, which is a godsend given that he does so much manual labor on his farm himself.
And did I mention, he’s a wonderful organic gardener, will give tours of his farm, grows blueberries (a gorgeous blueberry patch and you’d not believe how much work he’s done to get it going). He’ll educate you on organic gardening. He’ll sell you produce. You can come pick your own blueberries or he’ll pick for you. The blueberries were gorgeous and delicious last year. And the cost, minimal. And, if you are down and out, it’s Bernie who will keep your family going–he takes his produce and feeds 10 families during the summer.
Yes, I’ll fight the baddy baddies, for colour, race and cree, for Negro, Jew and Bernie………..Deaf Ted, Danoota and me……………..
Want to join me, in your own quiet way? Bernie could use a bit of a boost. To help in any way, go here:
https://en-gb.facebook.com/bernie.ellis.39
For news on Bernie, go here:
http://www.nashvillescene.com/pitw/archives/2011/02/10/pardon-me-marijuana-martyr-bernie-ellis-appeals-to-president-obama
http://november.org/stayinfo/breaking07/BerniesFarm.html