A few nights ago, I was scrolling through thousands of unread emails trying to get caught up since I had been offline for a while traveling and attending my brother’s funeral.
My mind drifting into that deep state of thought we recoil to when we lose a loved one. I figured getting online for a bit would clear my head. Suddenly I heard a beautiful sound, it was the angelic voice of Jen Houston singing a song with words by Elliott Stein called “Crime After Crime.’’
The song’s instantly recognizable melody was Time After Time, the chart-topping hit by Cyndi Lauper. The young woman singing the song gave a great review of why Donald Trump had to be impeached.
Even the most loyal Trump lovers should understand.
The words went like this. “Lying about everything; don’t matter if it’s small or big. Trying to solicit other countries to do election rigs. Taxes unpaid. Net worth not so high. Money laundered.”
A thug, a crook
Crime After Crime; conflicts of interest like trademarks in China. (Ivanka Trump filed at least eight last year.) Sexual harassment like grabbing vaginas. Spilling intelligence, putting spies at risk, obstructing justice.
“He’s a thug. He’s a crook. He’s our president. Crime After Crime. When he’s gone, well, the book, they will throw at him. Crime After Crime.”
“He’s insane. Narcissistic. Can’t help himself. Crime After Crime. When he falls, well, the cops, they will be waiting. Crime After Crime.”
Trump boldly says, ‘Russia, if you’re listening, I hope you’re able to find the 30,000 emails.’” Reporter says, ‘If Russia, if China, if someone else offers information on an opponent should they accept it or should they call the FBI?” Trump says, “I think you might want to listen.” To be clear, Trump goes on with, “China, should start an investigation into the Bidens.”
He chooses Putin instead of the CIA. Crime After Crime. Reducing his debt load by demanding lower interest rates, Secret Service to hide his quid pro quo. Hosting summits at Mar-A-Lago.
He’s a con man, a crook. That’s our President. Crime After Crime. Pardons dangled to White House aides to break the law. Grammar mangled. He’s a grifter, a crook. That’s our President. Crime After Crime. He’s insane.
Narcissistic. Can’t help himself. Crime After Crime. When he falls, well, the cops they will be waiting. Crime After Crime. Crime After Crime. Crime After Crime.”
Needs a part 2
The song and video, available on Facebook, end with 45 sitting down and a prison door smoothly slamming as the melody closes out. Like a child learning their ABC’s sometimes folks need a melody with catchy lyrics to learn and fully understand.
The multitude of crimes, both high and low perpetuated and or facilitated by Donald Trump are staggering. Even this song with all its verses will most likely have additional lyrics to later be worked in, or a “Crime After Crime,’’ part 2.
America is a nation of laws, however, that very cornerstone of our democracy is full-on under attack. The real damage caused cannot simply be sang away.
As my dear friend, Dick Gregory would say, “Wars are not fought by entertainers, wars are fought by soldiers.’’ It is time for this government to enact the checks and balances granted to them by the Constitution.
We can and must do better. For those who remain unclear, I invite them to sing along to “Crime After Crime.’’
Dr. E. Faye Williams is national chair of the National Congress of Black Women, Inc. Contact her via www.nationalcongressbw.org.