Bob Dylan is one of the most influential singer-songwriters of the 20th century whose career began in the early 1960's with songs that chronicled social issues like war and civil right
Bob Dylan won
- Grammy Awards
- Academy Awards
- Golden Globe
- GMA Dove Awards
- Grammy Hall of Fame
- Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
- Received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from president Barack Obama in October of 2012.
- Nobel Prize in Literature on October 18, 2013
"The Death of Emmett Till", also known as "The Ballad of Emmett Till", is a song by American musician and Nobel Laureate Bob Dylan about the murder of Emmett Till. Till, a 14 year old African American, was killed August 28, 1955 by two white men, reportedly after flirting with a white woman. In the songs lyrics, Dylan recounts the murder and trial.
"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well, The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till. Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up. They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what. They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat. There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street. Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain. The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie, Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die. And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial, Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till. But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime, And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind. I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs. For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free, While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea. If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust, Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust. Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow, For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low! This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan. But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give, We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
Why Bob Dylan is the most important figure in Pop Culture
- Created new poetic expression within the great American song tradition.
- Invented folk rock
- Has won Oscars, Grammy's and Golden Globe