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Als ik er nu aan terug denk heb ik er ooit vaag iets over opgevangen, maar zoals dat wel met meer nieuws gebeurt ontglipte het aan mijn aandacht. Vorige week kreeg ik in de bib echter de cd "Turbulent Indigo" van Joni Mitchell in handen. Het was haar interpretatie van het zelfportret van Vincent Van Gogh dat me deed beslissen om 'm te ontlenen. Thuis gekomen werd ik na de eerste beluistering meteen geraakt door dit nummer en ging op zoek naar meer informatie. Het is onvoorstelbaar dat deze praktijken zich tot in 1996 hier in Europa hebben kunnen manifesteren...
The Magdalene Laundries
Muziek en lyriek by Joni Mitchell
I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
We're trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the steaming stains
Of the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me
Fallen women
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of Jesus
If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then they'd know and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene laundries
Peg O'Connell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!
One day I'm going to die here too
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come any spring
Not any spring
No, not any spring
Not any spring
© 1994; Crazy Crow Music
The Magdalene Laundries
Muziek en lyriek by Joni Mitchell
I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
We're trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the steaming stains
Of the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me
Fallen women
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of Jesus
If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then they'd know and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene laundries
Peg O'Connell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!
One day I'm going to die here too
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come any spring
Not any spring
No, not any spring
Not any spring
© 1994; Crazy Crow Music
Hier, dezelfde video met achtergrondbeelden van deze Magdalene Laundries in Dublin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcTqYpgeDoE
En wie hierover graag nog meer wil lezen, kan doorklikken naar de volgende video.
Daar vind je twee films en een heleboel leesvoer over dit donkere stukje Ierse geschiedenis.
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