Black & White - Janis Ian

We were marching from Montgomery

Alabama, '65

Freedom riders, Jim Crow heroes

Come to keep the faith alive

We were picking Southern cotton

Registration for the vote

We were one then

We were young then

When black &white still spoke

Now it’s all gone to pieces

God alone knows why

Just a story they call history

Written down in black &white

And we set aside our anger

And we set aside our fears

And we built a common future

On the bedrock of our tears

And we marched for the children

And the millions without hope

We agreed to believe

When black &white still spoke

Now it’s all gone to pieces

God alone knows why

Just a story they call history

Written down in black &white

Nothing’s sadder than the man who

Thinks he’s free when he is chained

To the prison of his hatred

And a dream gone up in flames

Colored only at the fountains

Congregations, soda shops

Colored only in the bathrooms

And the cemetery lots

And if Jesus was a black man

Or as white as Sambo’s grin

It’s his words that we’d remember

Not the color of his skin

It’s all gone to pieces

God alone knows why

Just a story they call history

Written down in black &white