I wrote a tune inspired by Elian's predicament back in '99 called "These Days".
I was just looking at the lyrics and realized how little has changed since then.
The lyrics, which follow this article, begin:
to a small boy rescued and then bandied as an icon...
Elian Gonzalez is not angry at Miami relatives
by Will Weissert AP
HAVANA -- Elian Gonzalez says he's not angry at his Miami relatives who fought to keep him in the United States during a nasty international custody battle a decade ago, and is thankful "a large part of the American public" supported him being reunited with his father in Cuba.
Now 16, Gonzalez's first comments to foreign reporters in years came after President Raul Castro attended a state celebration Wednesday night marking the 10th anniversary of the famous ex-castaway's return to the island.
"Even though they didn't help me in every way possible, they didn't help me move forward, they are still my own family," Gonzalez said of his South Florida relatives, speaking in a shy, almost timid voice.
"I don't have anger for them," he said. "It's only that it wasn't the best effort possible, and thanks to a large part of the American public, and our public, today I'm with my father and I feel happy here."
When asked about the family's Miami relatives, however, Gonzalez's father, Juan Miguel, shot back that he was still angry, "because, at any moment, having the boy there and with me giving them opportunities so they can reunite the family, they let themselves get carried away with other things."
He added that bringing his son back was still the right thing to do, saying, "today I'm more sure than I was then."
Elian was a photogenic 5-year-old when a fisherman found him floating off the coast of Florida in an inner tube on Thanksgiving Day 1999, after his mother and others fleeing Cuba drowned trying to reach American soil. His father, who was separated from his mother, had remained on the island.
to a small boy rescued and then bandied as an icon
these days belong
to being under the thumb of the Lord
these days belong
to the constant news of stocks and bonds and cash flows
these days belong
to the restless but idle sword
these days belong
to dykes and faggots getting sucked into normal
these days belong
to the beautiful "pissy"(PC) crowd
these days belong
to small minded children, embittered and with ammo
these days belong
to the weak but very loud...
aren't these days getting longer
no matter whether winter or summer
don't these days just seem to offer
less and less light
all the time?
these days belong
to the absolute need for the unanswered phone call
these days belong
to loading up and down
these days belong
to the land of the free with overloaded prisons
these days belong
to the empty lost and found
aren't these days getting longer
no matter whether winter or summer
don't these days just seem to offer
less and less light
all the time?

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