'CENZURIRAJTE TU PJESMU!' Jedna od omiljenih božićnih pjesama proglašena uvredljivom: 'Prestanite pjevati dio pjesme u kojoj se spominje riječ 'peder"

Urednik jednog studentskog časopisa pozvao je na cenzuriranje omiljene božićne pjesme grupe The Pogues ‘Fairytale of New York’ jer se u njoj koristi riječ ‘faggot’ (‘peder’).

Tom Haynes, zamjenik urednika časopisa The Tab, podijelio je svoja razmišljanja s čitateljima u članku naslovljenom ‘Dragi heteroseksualci, prestanite pjevati dio pjesme u kojoj se spominje riječ ‘peder’’.

Njegova je objava, očekivano, izazvala prilične podjele na društvenim mrežama.

Prema Haynesu, problematičan stih je onaj koji pjeva Kirsty MacColl i koji kaže: ‘…you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot…’.

Bez obzira što su tu riječ već cenzurirali na BBC-ju i MTV-ju, heteroseksualni ljudi je i dalje pjevaju kad čuju pjesmu na radiju.

Haynes kaže da ta riječ, iako je gay zajednica koristi u drugačijem kontekstu, izaziva sjećanja na prijašnja vremena kad je život LGBT osobama bio puno teži nego je sada. Također, tu je riječ usporedio sa zloglasnom N-riječi uvredljivom za crnce.

Haynes zato predlaže da heteroseksualne osobe jednostavno u pjevanju preskoče tu riječ.

No brojni kritičari na društvenim mrežama, Haynesa su proglasili ‘tipičnom osjetljivom milenijalskom pahuljicom’.

Drugi su pak upozorili da se u pjesmi riječ ‘faggot’ ne koristi kako bi se uvrijedilo homoseksualce, već da ta riječ ovdje znači ‘lijena osoba’.

Pročitajte čitav tekst pjesme 'Fairytale of New York’

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about youGot on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come trueThey've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for meYou were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the nightThe boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas dayYou're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our lastThe boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas dayI could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around youThe boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

(Tekstopisci: Jem Finer / Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan)