Pat Byrnes in The New Yorker
Make sure your polyester shirt is wrinkle-free this Monday morning—you only have five more days to prepare for Saturday Night.
I always liked the scene where Travolta comes to Karen Lynn Gorney’s new apartment in Manhattan, and it slowly dawns on him that life is larger than his Brooklyn Bay Ridge neighborhood.
Thanks to YouTuber John Michaelson
A heartbreaking song about undocumented immigrants, sung by the great La Santa Cecilia. Video directed by Alex Rivera. Stay through the closing credits…
Hielo is the Spanish word for ICE; ICE also stands for the Immigrations and Customs Enforcement.
Blogger cairaguas has translated the Spanish into English. Visit the excellent blog page to find out more about the video and the political and historical context of ICE.
Eva pasando el trapo sobre la mesa, ahí está,
Cuidando que todo brille como una perla
Cuando llegue la patrona que no se vuelva a quejar.
No sea cosa que la acuse de ilegal.
Eva passing the rag over the table, there she is,
Taking care that everything shines like a pearl
(So) when the boss comes, she does not complain again.
Don’t let it be that she accuses her of being illegal.
Jose tends to the gardens; they look like they’re from Disneyland.
He drives an old truck without a license.
It does not matter if he was a taxi driver over in his home country;
That does not count for Uncle Sam.
El hielo anda suelto por esas calles.
Nunca se sabe cuando nos va a tocar.
Lloran, los niños lloran a la salida,
Lloran al ver que no llegará mamá.
ICE is loose over those streets.
We never know when we will be hit. [*alt. We never know when it will be our turn.]
They cry, the children cry at the doorway,
They cry when they see that their mother will not come back.
Uno se queda aquí.
Otro se queda allá.
Eso pasa por salir a trabajar.
One is left here.
Another is left there.
That’s what happens when you go out to work.
Martha llegó de niña y sueña con estudiar,
Pero se le hace difícil sin los papeles.
Se quedan con los laureles los que nacieron acá,
Pero ella nunca dejar de luchar.
Martha arrived as a girl and she dreams of studying,
But it is difficult for her without documents.
They keep all the prizes, the ones who were born over here,
But she never stops fighting. [*alt. But she never stops trying.]
[Chorus: “El hielo anda suelto por esas calles…”]
Monday, Mama Said: Carole King’s classic hit for The Shirelles.
There’s something about the bridge in this song that is quintessential Carole King. I wish I had the musical background to describe what she’s doing here. Anyone?