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一日一迪伦211:飓风  

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Hurricane
(with Jacques Levy)


Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, “My God, they killed them all!”
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously
“I didn’t do it,” he says, and he throws up his hands
“I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin’,” he says, and he stops
“One of us had better call up the cops”
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that’s just the way things go
If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street
’Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around
He said, “I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates”
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, “Wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead”
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
Says, “Wha’d you bring him in here for? He ain’t the guy!”
Yes, here’s the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame
“Remember that murder that happened in a bar?”
“Remember you said you saw the getaway car?”
“You think you’d like to play ball with the law?”
“Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?”
“Don’t forget that you are white”

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “I’m really not sure”
Cops said, “A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You’ll be doin’ society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim”

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder “one,” guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That’s the story of the Hurricane
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world



飓风

[美]鲍勃·迪伦 雅克·利维
厄土 译


枪击声响彻响吧的夜晚
帕蒂·瓦伦丁自楼上下来
她看到了血泊中的酒保
哭喊道:“天,他们全遇害了!”
“飓风”的故事开始了
这个被当局定罪的男人
因为他从没干过的事
要不是入狱,他本可成为
世界冠军

帕蒂看到有三具尸体倒在那里
一个叫贝洛的男人诡异地走来走去
“不是我干的,”他说着举起了双手
“我只是在抢劫收银柜,希望你能明白
我看到了他们的离开,”他停下来
“我们中最好有人叫警察来”
于是帕蒂就报了警
随后警察来到现场,红色警灯闪烁不停
在新泽西这个闷热的夜晚

与此同时,远在小镇另一端
鲁宾·卡特正和一群朋友开车兜风
当一位警察把他拽到了路边
这位中量级拳王的头号争夺者
并不知会遇到怎样的倒霉事情
就和上次和上上次一样
在佩特森事情就是如此
如果你是黑人最好别出现在大街上
除非你想引火上身

艾尔弗雷德·贝洛有个同伙,他向警察供述
他和亚瑟·德克斯特·布拉德利当时正在外面逡巡
他说:“我看到两个男人跑了出来,体型中等
跳进了一辆外州牌照的白色轿车”
帕蒂·瓦伦丁小姐点了点头
警察说:“等一下,伙计们,这个人还没死”
他们随后把他送去了医院
虽然这个人近乎失明
但他们告诉他,他可以指认罪犯

清晨四点,他们拖来了鲁宾
把他带到医院,弄上了楼
那个受伤的男人睁开一只快瞎的眼,抬头看着他
说:“你们干吗带他来这儿?不是他!”
是的,这是“飓风”的故事
这个被当局定罪的男人
因为他从没干过的事
要不是入狱,他本可成为
世界冠军

四个月以后,贫民区沸腾了
鲁宾正在南美为荣誉而战
亚瑟·德克斯特·布拉德利仍沉陷抢劫案里
警察不断向他施压,就为了找人担罪
“记得酒吧里发生的那场谋杀案吗?”
“记得你说你看到过逃逸的车辆吗?” 
“你觉得你愿意和法律合作?”
“想想看,那晚你看到的逃犯会不会是那个拳击手?”
“别忘了你是白人”

亚瑟·德克斯特·布拉德利说:“我真的不确定”
警察说:“像你这样的可怜家伙该缓口气了
我们给你找了份汽车旅馆的工作,也正和你朋友贝洛谈
既然你们现在不想再回监狱,那就做个好小伙
你们会为社会作出贡献
那个狗娘养的很嚣张,越来越嚣张
我们要把他送到牢里去
我们要把这一案三命算到他头上
他别指望能当‘绅士吉姆’”

鲁宾只用一记重拳就能送对手出局
但他从不怎么喜欢谈论这事
他会说,这是我的工作,干活赚钱而己
一旦结束,我就会立刻上路
去个极美的地方
那儿鳟鱼溪潺潺,空气清新
还可以沿着小径骑马
但他们却把他关进了监狱
在那里他们试图把人变成鼠

鲁宾所有的牌都被事先做了标记
审讯就是场“猪马戏”,他没有任何生机
法官把鲁宾的证人当作来自贫民窟的酒鬼
不管是视他为闹革命的流浪汉的白人
还是把他看成发疯的黑鬼的黑人
没人怀疑他曾扣动了扳机
尽管他们无法出示那把枪
但公诉人说他就是凶手
纯白人的陪审团表示同意

鲁宾·卡特遭遇了不实的审判
罪名是一级谋杀,猜猜谁作的证?
贝洛和布拉德利,他们都撒下了弥天大谎
就连报纸也起来凑热闹
这样的一个人的一生
怎能任由傻瓜玩弄于股掌?
看着他明显遭到陷害
我不禁为生活在把公正当儿戏的土地上
而感到羞耻

现在,所有罪人都穿着外套打着领带
自在地喝着马提尼看着日出
而鲁宾却像佛陀样盘坐在十英尺见方的囚室里
一名无辜者被困在活生生的地狱里
这就是“飓风”的故事
这个故事不会终结,除非他们洗刷了他的罪名
把他服刑的时光都还回来
要不是入狱,他本可成为
世界冠军


注1:鲁宾·卡特(1937-2014),美国黑人中量级拳王,因拳风富于侵略性和力量感,获“飓风”绰号。1966年,他被判谋杀三人而入狱,但从未认罪。1985年,他在不断的上诉中被改判无罪而获释。在卡特服刑期间,迪伦阅读了他的自传,前往探望,并与雅克·利维一同创作了这首歌。
注2:美国重量级拳王詹姆斯·约翰·科贝特被称作“现代拳击之父”,因为人正直,被人们称为“绅士吉姆”。


出自专辑《渴望》
发行于1976年
《鲍勃·迪伦诗歌集/慢车开来1975-1979》
广西师范大学出版社
2017年6月第1版

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