I first heard Hattie’s song on Bob Dylan’s Biograph boxed set. Once heard never forgotten. Hattie has haunted me ever since. Putting a human face to the monstrous acts of humans emboldened by protections offered by institutional racism may have what started me on a path of deprogramming my mind from the pervasive multi-media brainwashing that I’d been indoctrinated with since being a young child. Bob, if you are reading, THANK YOU for your unwavering social activism through using your music as a platform to tell stories about people like Hattie, Hurricane Carter, and others.

Before getting into information about the song, I want to share a poem I wrote awhile back, where the prompt asked us to write in the voice of another person. I wrote as best as I could in the voice of Hattie Carroll, on the night of her death.

My Name is Hattie

As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,
so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight,
still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,
where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities to
me, the lowly serving wench. When possible I keep a bench
between myself and them. My eyes stay low, I never smile
as no accuse shall swell of attempts to bewitch or beguile.
Still one of the regulars makes it his passion for harassment
through insults and taps with his ivory lion-headed cane.

With a small plot of land, I bet I could grow enough to feed
the too-many hungry mouths, sprouted seeds of a hot-blooded
husband’s passion. He’s long-gone sniffing on down the road.
Serving rich folks at the club, and evening-ends leftovers, is
enough, worth the price of my sense of self as worthy of love.

Tonight Mr. William is drunker than usual. He’s drinking doubles
after his wife slaps him and storms off in her white ermine coat.
“Hattie, you no good wench, get your black ass over here. Now!”
On the other side of the bench, eyes to the floor,“May I help you, Sir.”
The last thing I see is the ivory lion, coming close fast.

“The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll” is a protest song written by American musician Bob Dylan. Recorded on 10/12/63 it was released on Dylan’s 1964 album The Times They Are a-Changin’ and gives a generally factual account of the killing of a 51-year-old African-American barmaid, Hattie Carroll (née Curtis; b. 3/3/1911 — d. 2/9/1963) by 24-year-old William Devereux “Billy” Zantzinger (b. 2/7/1939 — 1/3/2009,) a young white man from a wealthy tobacco farming family in Charles County, MD.

The melody of the chorus is largely taken from a folk song called “Mary Hamilton.” The lyrics are a commentary on racism. When Carroll was killed in 1963, Charles County was still strictly segregated by race in public facilities such as restaurants, churches, theaters, doctor’s offices, buses, and the county fair (unless you were a servant!) The schools of Charles County were not integrated until 1967.

In Chronicles: Volume One, Dylan includes “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll” in a list of his early songs which he feels were influenced by his introduction to the work of Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill. He describes writing out the words of “Pirate Jenny” (or “The Black Freighter”) in order to understand how the Brecht–Weill song achieved its effect. Dylan writes:

“Woody had never written a song like that. It wasn’t a protest or a topical song and there was no love for people in it. I took the song apart and unzipped it—it was the free verse association, the structure and disregard for the known certainty of melodic pattern to make it seriously matter, give it its cutting edge. It also had the ideal chorus for the lyrics.”

Source: wikipedia, where this is a lot more information about the murder

“The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll”

[Verse 1]
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gatherin’
And the cops was called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder

[Chorus]
But you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears

[Verse 2]
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue, it was a-snarling
And in a matter of minutes, on bail was out walking

[Chorus]
But you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears

[Verse 3]
Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothin’ to William Zanzinger

[Chorus]
And you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears

[Harmonica Solo]

[Verse 4]
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence

[Chorus]
Ah, but you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears

Songwriter: Bob Dylan

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