Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Crippled Inside”

Mom and I loved this song from the “Imagine” album by John Lennon. We often quoted the words when we saw hypocrisy. Hypocrisy is one of those traits that is simply repulsive. Agree?

As a personal defense our American society has now required of all others who are not angry, white guys, I walk with more purpose and confidence. And I often softly sing songs of defiance, which gives me an external, intellectual protection. Having a troubadour’s words, like those of Lennon, Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, The Dixie Chicks, Simon and Garfunkel, Bruce Springsteen, Leonard Cohen (RIP) and others at my lips gives me Wonder Woman bracelets, if only metaphorically. But I think it’s more than metaphoric; it’s that band of we the people. I softly sang this song in a parking lot, surrounded by men in pick up trucks, glancing at me with suspicion, suspicion I may have intellect or my own opinion. Why disappoint?

“You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you can’t hide
Is when you’re crippled inside.”


I can’t imagine how my country will look in only a few short days. The anxiety, fear and depression is palpable. It is in the eyes of everyone I see. A few smug racists (if not racist, OK with racists in the Oval Office) prance around. Some have guns strapped to their thighs, in no way an obvious expression of over-compensation. But most, and the majority who cast a vote on November 8th, are physically sick.

But take heart by the words in this song. We who are crippled by this horrible tyrant right now will rise. We have joy in our souls, while they have dark hearts. Lennon’s upbeat, ragtime melody is evidence of this fact! Love always trumps hate. And it is a fact, one thing you can’t hide is when you’re crippled inside.