American South: Strange Fruit

I must admit that this post is very sinister and yet also very moving. We were watching a documentary in a lecture a couple of weeks back called Sold Down The River and it’s all about the reconstruction period in the American South. There was a part about lynching and in the background playing was a song  by Billie Holiday called Strange Fruit. Before you watch the video I thought I would post the lyrics for you to read. This is probably the most sinister side of America I have seen so far on my history course and the song sums it up quite well.

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies 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 magnolias, 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.

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