著名的拳擊選手Rubin "Hurricane" Carter四月20日因攝護腺癌去世（76歲），Bob
Dylan 1975年熱門排行榜第33名的歌"Hurricane"，丹佐華盛頓同名的的電影「悍衛正義」都是講他的故事。
Rubin
"Hurricane" Carter因1966年新澤西州的一宗酒吧三屍槍擊命案而被判終生監禁，為了自身清白，他拒絕穿囚衣並一再上訴，但都被駁回，最後只得把自己艱辛的成長過程與被人誣陷的血淚史寫成自傳出版，這本自傳感動了一位年輕黑人，在與Rubin結為好友的此人幫助之下，1985年11月Rubin "Hurricane" Carter終於無罪獲釋，連於少年感化院的日子，Rubin一共被關了三十年。
Bob Dylan 1975年底推出"Hurricane（part 1）"獲得第33名，Dylan與拳王阿里二位名人給Rubin的聲援，讓社會大眾注意了這件冤案，對Rubin的幫助很大，而丹佐華盛頓後來於1999年主演的電影"Hurricane"「悍衛正義」，還讓他獲得金球獎最佳男主角。
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGMSfiH850o
Hurricane
Bob Dylan
Words: Bob Dylan - Jacques Levy
Music: Bob Dylan
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them
all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he
could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around
mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he
throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I
hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he
stops
"One of us had better call up the
cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red
lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are
drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight
crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go
down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of
the road
Just like the time before and the time
before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show
up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap
for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out
prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out,
they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with
out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her
head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this
one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmaryAnd though
this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the
guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him
upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one
dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here
for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he
could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in
flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the
robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him,
lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in
a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway
car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball
with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter
that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are
white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm
really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could
use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're
talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to
jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim.
"Rubin could take a man out with just
one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all
that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on
my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is
nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a
chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards
from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a
revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy
nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.The crime
was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for
the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to
live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and
their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the
sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot
cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his
name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he
could-a been
The champion of the world.
