IMGpapers 1980–83

Newspapers of the International Marxist Group and its forerunners, 1980–83

Coward of the macho county

· Socialist Challenge No. 139, 20 March 1980 · pp. 15-16 of the scan · 216 words

The scan: sc-n139-mar-20-1980.pdf (PDF, Marxists Internet Archive, opens at this page)

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page 15 of the scan

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He got surprisingly, I'VE long since ceased paying attention to those 90 per cent of pop songs which daily inform me that women are angels to be For cockteasers who lie and cheat, and if I'm not one I must be the other. But when someone leaves the body of his thrice raped wife, and goes off to prove himself to his dead father, I turn Becky in Kenny Rogers' song "Coward of the County' is not dead as a result of the rapes, she is nevertheless only a body. She doesn't exist. Having been brought into the song for Rogers and others to exercise their manhood on, she doesn't get ancther mention. She is a vehicle on which an old maie fantasy is The singer was leagle "You don't hare to fiel I tore (with one of the sione married her. One day white he was out 'the gambling boys came call ing; they look lurns at Becky and there mas and found her, crying. 'The' torn dress. shattered look, was more than he could stand, He reached above the fireplace, took down his

page 16 of the scan

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