"Whitey on the Moon" is a 1970 spoken word poem by Gil Scott-Heron. It was released as the ninth track on Scott-Heron's debut album Small Talk at 125th and Lenox. It tells of medical debt, high taxes and poverty experienced during the Apollo Moon landings.
I have this inalienable feeling about the Mars landing now. Especially as a science fiction fan, I've always been proud of our country's trailblazing into space travel, exploration, and research. But with the straight-up suffering of this nation now, I mean apocalyptic, it just feels off somehow. It's the same feeling I get when I hear reports reveal that the political races' costs cruised upward to the billions. Everything is just off. Perhaps 'Perseverance' will find the antidote to what ails us now and send it the fuck back. Where is a monolith when you need one?
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.
(while Whitey's on the moon)
The man jus' upped my rent las' night.
('cause Whitey's on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
I wonder why he's uppi' me?
('cause Whitey's on the moon?)
I was already payin' 'im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that shit wasn't enough
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arm began to swell.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Was all that money I made las' year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain't no money here?
(Hm! Whitey's on the moon)
Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon) - Gil Scott Heron