Gamal+S.

=I Have a Dream, Too!= By SLA Students and Gamal Sherif

====I have a dream, that one day, all of the people of the world will see themselves as brothers and sisters who can take stewardship of this lovely world and all of its creatures. This is no burden and this is no crime.====

I have a dream that people will be able spend more time with their families and do work that is meaningful and sustainable. I have a dream that we will have a 4-day work-week.
====I have a dream that children will be able to go to schools where they are challenged, cared for and engaged. Students should be able to hear their own voices within the chorus that is the community. John Dewey liked it like that, and that's good enough for me.====

Each and every person should be able to afford to wire their homes for fire, ambulance and police services.
=My Song of Choice:=
 * Title:** Freedom
 * Musician:** Charles Mingus
 * Genre:** Jazz, Be Bop, Spoken Word
 * Why:** This song speaks to me because it combines elements of spoken word, jazz and blues. The spoken words are especially compelling because we hve to ask "Who is the mule?" and "Why does it matter if the mule is from Moscow or the South?" The words help place the song within the social and political events of the time.

I also like the song because is is astoundingly creative. There are elements of call and response, blues and poly-rhythm within the song -- all of which have a deep connection to African-inspired music. Right in the middle of the song, there is a terrific rhythm change as the music transitions from be bop into blues -- and then back again into be bop. Artistry!

code Freedom by Charlie Mingus 1963

This mule ain’t from Moscow. This mule ain’t from the South. But this mule's had some learnin' Mostly mouth-to-mouth.

This mule could be called stubborn, and lazy, But in a clever sorta’ way This mule could be workin’, waitin’ and learnin’ and plannin’ For a sacred kind of day- A day when burnin’ sticks and crosses Is not mere child’s play, But a madman in his most incandescent bloom Whose lover’s soul is imperfection, in its most lustrous groom.

So stand, fast young Romeo Soothe in contemplation Thy burning whole and aching thigh Your stubbornness is ever-living And cruel anxiety is about to die.

Freedom for your daddy Freedom for your momma Freedom for your brothers and sisters But no freedom for me.

Freedom for your daddy’s daddy Freedom for your momma’s momma Freedom for your brothers and sisters But no freedom for me.

Freedom for your daddy’s daddy Freedom for your momma’s momma Freedom for your brothers and sisters But no freedom for me.

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