Hurricane (#BobDylan)

Mi amor hacia Bob Dylan fue tardío. Me arrepiento sobre manera de haber disfrutado tan tarde de sus canciones y letras. Aunque dicen que nunca es tarde. Lo único que sé es que ahora estoy disfrutando de su música todo lo que no lo hice en el pasado.

¿Y por qué esta canción? Me gustan bastantes, pero con esta historia me conmoví. No tiene desperdicio oírla millones de veces y escuchar desde la voz de Dylan la historia del boxeador Rubin Carter.


Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, “My God, they killed them all”

Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell
But one time he could’ve been
The champion of the world

Three bodies upside down, does Patty see
And another man named Bello
Moving around mysteriously
“I didn’t do it,” he says and he throws up his hands
“I was only robbing the register
I hope you understand”

“I saw them leaving”, he says and he stops
One of us said, “Better call up the cops”
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends
Are driving around
Number one contender for the middle-weight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit
Was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that’s just the way things go
If you’re black
You might as well not show up on the street
‘Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner
And he had a rap for the cops
é Dexter Bradley
Were just out prowling around
He said, “I saw two men running out
They looked like middle-weights
Jumped into a white car without of state plates”

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, “Wait a minute
Boys, this one’s not dead”
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him, he could identify the guilty men

Four in the morning, and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital
And they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says, “Why’d you bring him in here
For he ain’t the guy”

Here’s the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell
But one time he could’ve been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin’s in South America, fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him
Looking for somebody to blame

Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remembered you said you saw the getaway car
You think you’d like to play ball with the law
Think it might’ve been that fighter
That you saw running that night
Don’t forget that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “I’m really not sure”
The cops said
“A poor boy like you could use a break
We’ve got you for the motel job
And we’re talking to your friend Bello
You don’t wanta have to go back to jail
Be a nice fellow”

You’ll be doing society a favor
That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
“It’s my work”, he’d say
“And I do it for a pay
And when it’s over just as soon go on my way”

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along the trail
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses
Drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched
He was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder “One”
Guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed
To live in a land where justice is a game

Now, all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink Martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha
In a ten foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

Yes, that’s the story of the Hurricane
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done
Put in a prison cell
But one time he could’ve been
The champion of the world



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