You Won’t Have a Name, When You Ride the Big Airplane . . .
By Mary Susan Gast, 2025
Words in italics from Woodie Guthrie’s Deportee, 1948
Some of us are illegal, others not wanted
A tough guy’s in office with brawn up his sleeve
He’s tooled up each branch of the government forces
To hunt us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
……….Adios to Kilmar, Namaste to Badar
……….Salaam to Mahmoud, Rumeysa, and Rasha
……….You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
……….All they will call you will be deportee.
You’ve got these tattoos so you must be a gangsta
With haphazard research you’re banished today
Jammed into the cells of a super-max prison
In El Salvador til the end of your days.
……….Adios to Kilmar, Namaste to Badar
……….Salaam to Mahmoud, Rumeysa, and Rasha
……….You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
……….All they will call you will be deportee.
They gave you a visa, they gave you a green card,
Without letting you know, they yanked it away
Ice Agents came at you while pulling their masks on
Shackled you up and dragged you away.
……….Adios to Kilmar, Namaste to Badar
……….Salaam to Mahmoud, Rumeysa, and Rasha
……….You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
……….All they will call you will be deportee.
Soon they will turn to get rid of the “homegrown”
The “worst of the worst” that’s what they say
So everyone’s subject to being deported
For what we have done, or might do, think, or say
……….Goodby to my friends, adios to my people
……….Shalom my kasamas, Namaste mis amigas
……….We won’t have a name if we ride the big airplane.
……….All they will call us will be deportee.
……….All they will call us will be deportee.
Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos), by Woody Guthrie, 1948
Going the Distance, “Memo on the End Game” by Mary Susan Gast, 2025

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