Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Griffin the muffin

Does that bigoted bouffanted buffoon, Nick Griffin have a sense of irony?
I only ask because after all that whingeing to get on QT, he was utterly weedily, rubbishly feeble.
When subjected to a mild grilling by an audience of a couple of hundred people in London, he wilted like a soggy chip in the rain.

Earlier today however, he had the nerve to compare these rather polite and mostly respectful people to a "lynch mob", whilst last night he made the stupidly mendacious comment that David Duke ex-Grand Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan was the leader of a "non-violent" organisation.

Is the man wilfully stupid, or just plain ignorant of the history of the KKK and the Deep South of the USA?
From the 1860s onwards, thousands of black men were lynched usually on spurious or made-up reasons often with the KKK being implicated as instigators or executioners.

I recommend he listens to "Strange Fruit" by Billie Holiday.
Mind you I doubt it, a song about lynchings, written by a Jewish man, and sung by a black woman.
One can only hope.

I won't even comment on his odious comments about London being "ethnically cleansed", what a crassly insensitive excuse for a human being.