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1/20-21/18: Response to Nazi Trump & Minions: "Never Say" Warsaw Ghetto Resistance Anthem
by Anti-Fascist
Monday Dec 25th, 2017 9:17 AM
With the complete destruction of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid and all anti-poverty programs imminent in 2018 to pay for the Trump Tax Scam of 2017, we will all certainly be at the January 20-21, 2018 Women's Resistance Demonstrations celebrating women's right to abortion won 1/22/73 in Roe v Wade and affirming our commitment to putting an end to the capitalist profit motive that is the cause of all our grief. The anthem of the Warsaw Ghetto Resistance Uprising of April-May 1943, Never Say (Zog Nit Keynmol), speaks to our crisis today. You may hear Paul Robeson sing it and read the words in Yiddish and English at http://www.songsofmypeople.com/jewish-partisans-tribute.html
With the complete destruction of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid and all anti-poverty programs imminent in 2018 to pay for the Trump Tax Scam of 2017, we will all certainly be at the January 20-21, 2018 Women's Resistance Demonstrations celebrating women's right to abortion won 1/22/73 in Roe v Wade and affirming our commitment to putting an end to the capitalist profit motive that is the cause of all our grief. The anthem of the Warsaw Ghetto Resistance Uprising of April-May 1943, Never Say (Zog Nit Keynmol), speaks to our crisis today. You may hear Paul Robeson sing it and read the words in Yiddish and English at http://www.songsofmypeople.com/jewish-partisans-tribute.html

The Women (and Men) Resistance Demonstrations may be found at:
https://www.indybay.org/calendar/event_week.php?day=20&month=1&year=2018&topic_id=0&region_id=0&news_item_status_restriction=0
and
https://www.indybay.org/calendar/event_week.php?day=21&month=1&year=2018&topic_id=0&region_id=0&news_item_status_restriction=0

Here are the words in English:

Never say that this is the end of the road.
Wherever a drop of our blood
fell, there our courage will grow anew.
This song, written in blood, was sung by a people fighting
for life and freedom.
Our triumph will come and our resounding footsteps will
proclaim "We are here!"

From land of palm-trees to the far-off land of snow.
We shall be coming with our torment, with our woe;
And everywhere our blood has sunk into the earth
Shall our bravery, or vigor blossom forth.

We'll have the morning sun to set our day aglow;
Our evil yesterdays shall vanish with the foe.
But if the time is long before the sun appears,
then let this song go like a signal through the years.

This song was written with our blood, and not with lead;
It's not a song that summer birds sing overhead;
It was a people, amidst burning barricades,
That sang this song of ours with pistols and grenades.

So never say you now go on your last way,
Through darkened skies may now conceal the blue of day,
Because the hour for which we've hungered is so near,
Beneath our feet the earth shall thunder, "We are here!"