<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><span style="color: rgb(84, 130, 53); font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 24pt; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Vote or Die</span><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">by Margaret Block<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die will always be my battle cry.<br>I cry for the slaves who are long ago gone<br>It wasn't for the vote but t'was freedom they longed<br>And they cried and sang this sad song.<br><i>Woke up this morning with my<br>Mind stayed on freedom<br>Woke up this morning with my<br>Mind stayed on freedom<br>Hallelue, Hallelue, Hallelujah</i><br>Vote or die.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Mary Ann Cary's battle cry<br>She was an attorney in D.C.<br>The year was 1880<br>She fought for the woman's right to vote<br>She asked Hiram Revels if you can vote, then why can't I?<br>Vote or die was always Mary Ann's battle cry.<br>Vote or die.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Aaron Henry's battle cry<br>He got in the battle early on.<br>He was a pharmacist and Clarksdale, Mississippi was his home,<br>They put him in jail and beat him up<br>And made him ride on the back of a garbage truck.<br>They tried to take away his dignity and<br>He told them that when he got the vote,<br>We will all be free.<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Malcolm X's battle cry<br>He asked LBJ in no uncertain way which will it be<br>The ballot or the bullet.<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Hartmon Turnbow's battle cry<br>He lived in Mississippi town in Holmes county<br>They put bullet holes through his front door<br>And they set his house on fire because<br>He said that he was going to vote in the fall<br>Because freedom was his desire.<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Diann Nash's battle cry<br>She fought for rights in Nashville, Tennessee.<br>She went to jail all over the land<br>She took a lot of young people by the hand<br>And said if you vote, it'll set us free.<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Rev. J. D. Story's battle cry.<br>In 1962 he took a very brave stand<br>And he let the world know that he wasn't a coward<br>But a god-fearing man<br>He said that "the doors of the church is (sic) open"<br>And he showed no fear because<br>The vote to him was crucial and dear.<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Larry Rubin's battle cry.<br>He came to Mississippi because he had a dream<br>But they locked him up in Holly Springs.<br>When he went to court he took a stand<br>And told the Judge, if you can vote, then why not every man.<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Sam Block's battle cry<br>When he went to Greenwood they beat him up and threw him in jail.<br>They told his attorney there would be no bail<br>He stayed in jail and stood his ground<br>And he turned Greenwood upside down.<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Jimmy Travis' battle cry.<br>While in Greenwood he got shot in the head<br>The Klan thought that he was dead.<br>They were surprised he survived and when he awoke<br>He said in a voice very loud<br>My head is bloodied but unbowed<br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Arnell Ponder's battle cry<br>They almost killed her in the Winona jail<br>She told Euvester to hold her head high<br>Because when they got out<br>She would vote or die.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vote or die was Mrs. Fannie Lou Hamer's battle cry<br>They did her a favor when she got kicked off the land<br>She went to Ruleville and took her stand.<br>She told the world with force and pride<br>That she was sick and tired of being sick and tired<br>They beat her up in the Winona jail<br>When she got out she was strong but kind<br>And she would always sing this little light of mine.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">This little light of mine<br>I'm gonna let it shine<br>This little light of mine<br>I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.</span></i><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> <br>Vote or die!<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br></div>—————————————————<br><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://www.MoscowCares.net</span></div><div><br></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</div><div>- Roy E. 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