A poetry adaptation of “The Marriage Of Julian Assange” by Chris Hedges, The Chris Hedges Report, March 24, 2022
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Tom Neilson 2022
July 04, 2022
Story behind the song
Chris Hedges was invited to Julian Assange’s marriage at Belmarsh prison in the UK, but he and Craig Murray, author, journalist, human rights campaigner and ex British Ambassador to Uzbekistan, were not allowed inside. Chris wrote "The Marriage Of Julian Assange" that, after reading, I contacted him telling him that I wanted to turn it into a performance piece. He said "Far out!" Well, actually, what he said was, "Certainly, yes." It started out in the 3rd person, but turned into Chris’ voice when I got to the part about him and Craig being prohibited entry.
Here comes the bride
And at her side,
The most feared groom
In a small, side room
Inside Belmarsh prison
No chapel for the two;
A Belmarsh gift for you.
No photographers allowed;
Would be a security risk
If the outlier crowd
Could see Stella’s flowing ice lilac A-line bridal gown
And no admission to guests out-of-town
Would endanger the prison security
To have the likes of Craig Murray and me
So denied were we
Entry by prison authority
Westwood and Kronthaler designed and donated
A corset with plastic stays, created
So Stella could pass with no delays, facilitated
Through four metal detectors
Under threatening eyes of prison inspectors
A culture of cruelty on this happiest of days,
But Belmarsh has so many ways
To remind you that yours is the greatest crime;
Speak truth to power; and you’re doin’ time.
There was no reception.
There was no cake,
But a kiss; AHA kiss,
And a truth & love that can shake
The pillars of this oligarch’s sadist institution
“A sloppy one,” said their son, Gabriel.
No doubt a security risk
When a lip finds out a lip
And a heart finds out a heart.
“An act of defiance,” said Stella.
You can see how they fear it.
They don’t want to read it
And they don’t want to hear it.
They were given a hour in the crowded visitors hall
And then prisoner A 9379AY,
In purple and beige kilt, purple tie
Was escorted back to his cell
To the applause of the other prisoners
Lining his tier.