Soundtrack for a Redemption Narrative

I've got a tiny bit of writer's block, so I'll just pad out a comment I left at the mother ship a while back. In the mid-part of the naughts, a pair of flaxen-haired poppets captured the hearts of White Nationalists everywhere with their White Power anthems. The Olsen Twins of hate received quite a bit of media attention with their schtick. Recently, the gals of "Prussian Blue" have renounced their racist past, although their grasp of history leaves something to be desired. Well, recovery is a process, and the girls made the first step in their transformation. The onset of their transformation was initiated, appropriately enough, through the redemptive power of music:


But after enrolling in public school and moving to Montana — a predominantly white state, albeit one with a decidedly hippie-ish vibe — Lamb and Lynx decided they simply no longer believed what they’d been taught.

Their transformation first became evident to Prussian Blue’s fans during the band’s 2006 European tour, a double bill with the Swedish white-power warbler Saga. Along with their familiar repertoire of Skrewdriver covers, racist folktunes glorifying Rudolf Hess and other Aryan “heroes,” and perky bubble-gum ballads about boys and middle school, the girls threw the audience a curve ball — a rendition of Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.”

“Mama, put my guns in the ground,” they sang to a smattering of boos from the crowd of Scandinavian skinheads and other far-right music aficionados. “I can’t use them anymore.”

They knew it was an unorthodox choice. “Oh, our mom warned us,” Lamb recalled. “She said, ‘You know, some people aren’t going to like this — Bob Dylan was a Jew.’”


Saved by Dylan, and not even "born again" Christian Dylan- who'd a thunk it? Well, here's my snarky take on Dylan's classic, reconfigured for the former poster children for hateful child-rearing:


Mama never did like the Jews,
Never told us 'bout the "Zim"
Played no records by,
That groovy, jewy guy.
So we never heard of him.

Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.

Mama never liked the blacks,
Never told us 'bout the 'drix.
Played no records by,
That guitar-shredding guy.
So we never heard his licks.

Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.
Na-na-nazi moms are a bore.


Yeah, chalk one up for the redemptive power of music. Me? I believe in the redemptive power of snark.