Phil Ochs was one of the preeminent protest singers of the 1960s. He’s virtually forgotten now. As with many figures of that era, I appreciate him much more now than I did when he was alive.
Here are the lyrics to “There but for fortune,” which he composed in 1964 (I think).
Show me a young man, show me a jail.
Some me a pris’ner whose face has grown pale.
And I’ll show you a young man
with many reasons why
there but for fortune go you or I.
Show me an alley, show me a train.
Show me a hobo who sleeps in the rain.
And I’ll show you a young man
with many reasons why
there but for fortune, go you or I.
Show me the whiskey stains on the floor.
Show me a drunk as he stumbles out the door.
And I’ll show you a young man
with many reasons why
there but for fortune, go you or I.
Show me a country where the bombs had to fall.
Show me the ruins of buildings so tall.
And I’ll show you a young land
with many reasons why
there but for fortune, go you or I.
You or I.
A few comments: I get annoyed when people tell me I am “privileged” because I am a straight, white, middle-class, right-handed, Anglophone male without any major physical disabilities, who had two loving parents who taught me to value education, work and consideration for others. It is not as if I had any choice in these matters, or as if everything in life were handed to me on a silver platter, or as if bad things can’t happen to straight white Anglo males. But the fact is that the world is not a level playing field, and I began life on the upside of the field and not the downside.
I had a good friend named Talva Chapin, who died recently at the age of 84. She spent decades of her life as a volunteer teacher in New York state prisons, and, though a person of very genteel upbringing herself, formed friendships with supposedly hardened criminals. She said that all of them or almost all of them suffered horrific abuse in childhood—savage beatings and worse—and grew up in a society of unremitting violence. Hardly any of them were literate. They were ignorant of the most basic facts about history and the world they lived in.
I believe that no matter how bad a situation you are in, you have choices. I know of people who have been brutalized from early childhood on but somehow manage to make a good life for themselves, and of others who grow up with every seeming advantage who never amount to anything. Still, if my own circumstances had been like some of Talva’s friends, I doubt if I would have survived, let alone done better than they did. There but for fortune…
Malcolm Gladwell’s book Outliers: the Story of Success tells, among other things, about how success and failure is influenced by things I never would think about. Almost all outstanding Canadian hockey players, for example, were born in January, February or March, and virtually none during the last six months of the year. The reason is that the eligibility cutoff for age-class hockey is Jan. 1, and somebody born Jan. 2 could be playing alongside somebody born Dec. 31 of the same year. The Jan. 2 player would be bigger and stronger and, because of his initial advantage, get more and better coaching, and that initial edge would carry on through life. Gladwell called that “the Matthew effect” – “To them that hath, it shall be given.”
Or, as it was written in Ecclesiastes:
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, not yet favor to men of skill, but time and chance happen to them all.
There but for fortune…
Click on Phil Ochs for a web page devoted to his work.
Click on Phil Ochs wiki for his Wikipedia biography.
Click on Blue in the Bluegrass for another version of the song.