years later she would sing a radical folk group with woody and guthrie. dust bowl she would become radically politicized by her migratory experience. as she recalled it, along with hundreds of thousands of performers we fought to survive, we battled crop failures, undero illness without doctors, gully watches and hailstorms and the death of livestock, fires. we could have endured all those normal disasters but there was no way in god's world to escape the sharp teeth of the bankers. that is what happened. woody remembered the further west you walk the more brown and empty the country gets. the hard rock miners and old prospectors and swarms of hitchhikers and migratory workers squatted with their piles of belonging is in the shade of the big signboard out across the flat hard crust desert. kids chasing around in the blistering sun and ladies cooking scrappy meals in sunni buckets and scouring the plates clean with sand. young folks in work pants, khaki and cotton dresses gathered around and they would sing sometimes they would stand quiet and listen. and

it's my pleasure to introduce to you the author of "woody guthrie american radical" well kaufman. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ it is a muddy harvick road ♪ my poor feet have traveled this team rhode ♪ ♪ on the west word we've rolph ♪ into the desert mountains for cold ♪ ♪ i have worked in orchards of peaches ♪ ♪ i've slept on the ground in the light of your moon ♪ ♪ at the edge of your city ♪ we come with and dust and we go with the wind ♪ ♪ california, arizona, i worked on your copps ♪ ♪ and north up to oregon to gather your kutz ♪ ♪ did from the ground, cut the grapes from your fine ♪ ♪ put a place on your table that white sparkling wine ♪ ♪ and green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground ♪ ♪ from the dam where the waters run down ♪ ♪ every state in this union as migrants have been ♪ ♪ and will work in the fight and will fight until we win ♪ ♪ it's always we ramble this river in the diane ♪ ♪ of the green valley i will work until i die ♪ ♪ and this land i will defend with my life because my pastures are plenty must always be free ♪ ♪ [applause] thank you. "woody guthrie american rattle" was born a

a man came in and started playing guitar, the old woodie guthrie standard, "this land is your land." we all broke down. the long islanders from new jersey did not seem so irritating anymore. we are american at our core, whatever else about us, there is something deep within us -- there is something special about being american. it is the only country that has been formally based on principle. they say it is "unjust," not un- french, un-german -- thety say it is "un-american." at the core, i am an american. host: thank you for sharing your thoughts and reflection spirit we have been showing you the scene -- and reflections. we have been showing you the scenes. this is a mother of someone who died on flight 93. this is the mother of mark bingham who died 10 years ago. she is hugging an iraqi war rhetorveteran. she hugged him to thank him. joyce from illinois, democrats' line. good morning. caller: we had had sunday brunch with some friends. one person had just come back from working in hawaii. she was sharing her photographs with us. they were of the bases. she started to scream as we