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Why Do I Write This Blog???

The easiest (and probably the most honest) answer to that question is: I don't know. It all started in the summer of 2005, when I went to Crawford, Texas ( a.k.a. the home of the prez's ranch, a.k.a. the home of Camp Casey) to support Cindy Sheehan. I wanted the world to know that, contrary to what one could read in the mainstream media, the peace movement was alive and well and large numbers of Americans did not support the war in Iraq. I wanted people to know that thousands of Americans were willing to travel to Texas and tolerate the heat, humidity, and bugs in order to support a grieving mother whose new purpose was to shine a light on the lies that led to the war and to bring home our troops so that no other mother would have to know the pain that she felt.

Over time, this blog has become more of an exploration of who I am, my spirituality, and how life works. I love life's complexities, exploring the shades of gray. I want to, as Rainier Maria Rilke said,

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Maybe my blog is just one big question about what is needed in order for people to take the time to love and cherish each other and our earth. Maybe someday, I will "live along some distant day into the answer."

In the meantime, thank you for joining me on my journey. I welcome you to share yours with me

 

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

We must join...

... with the tens of millions all over the world who see in peace our most sacred responsibility. - Paul Robeson

In a recent comment on this blog, Sometimes Saintly Nick mentioned Paul Robeson and his concert at the Peace Arch on the U.S.-Canadian Border in 1952. Nick said that our government had revoked Robeson's passport and wouldn't allow him out of the country, so Robeson sang at the border - where an audience of 40,000 people gathered. I didn't know anything about Paul Robeson, but my ears perked up at this story.

Now I've been reading about this incredible man and listening to recordings of his voice. He was a tall man, and his voice sounds like it came from every cell of his body. Deep, rich, full, alive. He was the first to bring spirituals to the concert stage.

Here's a little taste of what he was like:




Robeson's father was a slave. His mother came from an abolitionist Quaker family. Paul (April 9, 1898 - January 23, 1976) was only the third black man to attend Rutgers. He was a singer, actor, athlete, civil rights activist, and Stalin Peace Prize laureate. I read that he could sing and converse in twenty languages. In 1950, his passport was revoked because our government didn't want him talking to people abroad about the racist conditions in our country.

Robeson worked tirelessly to not only educate the world about Africa but also to help free that continent from colonialist exploitation. He also spent a lot of time in Russia. He had a deep love and respect for Joseph Stalin. He admitted to being a socialist and was accused of being communist. In the 1950's, all of his wonderful recordings and films were taken out of circulation. His movies were never seen on American television until after his death.

Maybe you already know all about Paul Robeson. Maybe I'm the last to know. Reading about all that he did against great odds inspires me to consider going beyond my perceived limits.

Thanks Nick!


In fact, because of this deep desire for peace, the ruling class leaders of this land, from 1945 on, stepped up the hysteria and propaganda to drive into American minds the false notion that danger threatened them from the East. - Paul Robeson

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posted by Carol at 9:27 AM


6 Comments:

Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Excellent post, Carol! Mine on Robeson should be up by later this afternoon. I was thinking as I worked on it, telling Paul Robeson’s story is an excellent project for this 2008 Black History Month.

10:18 AM  
Blogger Carol said...

Thank you, Nick! I will give a link to your post when you have it up. Good idea about the project for Black History Month. I hadn't thought to put it together - typical of my thought-process (or lack thereof).

I wonder if there will come a time when we don't have to have the words "history" or "rights" associated with gender, race, or religion. Our stories will be colorful and inclusive - kind of like a quilt - and so will our rights.

11:10 AM  
Blogger ThomasLB said...

I first learned about Paul Robeson many years ago when I heard Pete Seeger talk about him.

I'm glad to see him getting the attention and respect he deserves.

1:31 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Hey Thomas!

Thanks for stopping by and for your comments.

Did you see Pete Seeger in person?

I read that he and Robeson were to do a concert in N.Y. in 1949, but it didn't happen due to an attack by vigilantes (some of whom were from the Veterans of Foreign Wars). Seeger's wife and son were injured in the attack. A burning cross was left on the grounds after all was said and done.

Good thing we're a "civilized" country...

2:36 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

I did not know either. Thanks for the lesson!

6:42 AM  
Blogger Carol said...

Hi Mary,

You're welcome!

8:53 AM  

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