DATELINE: Bless Us Every One?
A Philly worker is not hugging Kate Smith but putting a noose around her neck as they wait for the crane to cart her off. Major Bowles has rung the bell. It’s Amateur Night in America.
If the revisionist historians have the final say, Songbird of the South, Miss Kate Smith, the ultimate fat lady, has done sung her last note.
In the City of Brotherly Love, the Fat Lady is being draped in a black tarp prior to being carted off the big stage.
Kate Smith has been exorcized. She died in 1986, but her real death is this week.
Yellow journalists are the peril of the past. Now they have uncovered that Kate Smith sang a couple of ditties with “racist” lyrics in the 1930s. As a result, the icon who died after a late career blossoming as the “God Bless America” queen, has gone with the wind.
She first recorded the Irving Berlin favorite tune in 1939, and it became a staple. The song and Miss Smith sang to sell war bonds to win World War II, but alas, that no longer has meaning.
She has joined Robert E. Lee, waiting by the levee for the men to take her statue out of Philadelphia, have her tune removed from Flyer games, and stop stretching to her song at Yankee Stadium. She has joined Stonewall Jackson as the antebellum loser of the year.
The Moon has indeed come over the Mountain, and the cow is jumping over it too.
Kate Smith is now an outlaw and an outlier.
God once blessed America, but that quaint notion seems to have come to an abrupt end.
God once blessed America, but it seems to have come to an abrupt end.