Dylan aldrig en progressiv sångare? Hans Isaksson har inte uppfattat honom så. Tja då undrar jag hur det står till med uppfattningsförmågan? Tillåt mig att nämna några sånger. Sedan kan var och en googla texter och framföranden och döma själva. Några axplock bland de mer kända: Masters of War (skrevs under Vietnamkriget), With God on our side, When the ship comes in (D:s version av Sjörövar-Jennys visa, från Tolvshillingsoperan av Brecht/Weil). Fast bättre ändå i mitt tycke är några av de mindre kända. Som: Lonesome death of Hattie Carroll (biblisk vrede över ett korrupt rättväsende), The death of Emmett Till (rasmord i södern), Only a pawn in their game (ännu ett rasrelaterat mord). Här följer texten på den sista:

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers’ blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man’s brain
But he can’t be blamed
He’s only a pawn in their game
 
A South politician preaches to the poor white man
“You got more than the blacks, don’t complain.
You’re better than them, you been born with white skin,” they explain.
And the Negro’s name
Is used it is plain
For the politician’s gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game
 
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man’s used in the hands of them all like a tool
He’s taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
’Bout the shape that he’s in
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game
 
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoofbeats pound in his brain
And he’s taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide ’neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain’t got no name
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
 
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a king
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He’ll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game-

Precis som Magnus Göransson skriver, är sånger som dessa fast förankrade i den progressiva folkmusiktradition som har Woody Guthrie, Cisco Houston och syskonen Seeger som några av sin främsta namn. Därför kan det vara lämpligt att avsluta lyssnandet med Dylans tribut till den förstnämnde: Song to Woody.