Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. (November 29, 1908 – April 4, 1972) was a Baptist pastor and an American politician, who represented Harlem, New York City, in the United States House of Representatives (1945–71). He was the first person of African-American descent to be elected from New York to Congress.Oscar Stanton De Priest of Illinois was the first black person to be elected to Congress in the 20th century; Powell was the fourth. Blacks in the South were disenfranchised and excluded from politics until after passage of civil rights legislation in the mid-1960s.
Re-elected for nearly three decades, Powell became a powerful national politician of the Democratic Party, and served as a national spokesman on civil rights and social issues. He also urged United States presidents to support emerging nations in Africa and Asia as they gained independence after colonialism.
In 1961, after sixteen years in the House, Powell became chairman of the Education and Labor Committee, the most powerful position held by an African American in Congress. As Chairman, he supported the passage of important social and civil rights legislation under presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson. Following allegations of corruption, in 1967 Powell was excluded from his seat by Democratic Representatives-elect of the 90th Congress, but he was re-elected and regained the seat in the 1969 United States Supreme Court ruling in Powell v. McCormack. He lost his seat in 1970 to Charles Rangel and retired from electoral politics.
Oh baby
I'm aware of where you go each time you leave my door.
Watching you walkin' down the street
Knowing there's another guy you meet.
This time before you run to him leaving me alone again
Think it over - haven't I been good to you
baby? Think it over.
Stop in the name of love before you break my heart.
Stop in the name of love before you tear it apart.
I'm trying hard
hard to the patient
wish you'd stop this infatuation.
But each time I think of you together I see myself losing you forevel
This time before you leave my heart and rush back into his arms -
Think it over - haven't I been good to you
baby?
Think it over - haven't I been sweet to you
baby?
Stop in the name of love before you break my heart. . . .
Stop in the name of love before you break my heart. . . .
In the name of love before you break my heart.
Stop in the name oflove. Stop in the name of love.
Stop in the name of love.
The Independent | 19 Jun 2018