ARETHA on MY MIND AUGUST 16 and 17, 2018 I sing to people about what matters. I sing to the realists, people who accept it like it is. I express problems, there are tears when it’s sad and smiles when it’s happy. It seems simple to me, but to some, feelings take courage.
STRANGE FRUIT: A PLEA for HELP! Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of
MISS HILDA’S CENTURY: A DOCUMENTARY Well son, I’ll tell you; Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor – Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’
MAMA’S SWEET LITTLE BABY GIRL: A REMINISCENCE Our future lies chiefly in our own hands. Paul Robeson Commencement season has rolled around once again. Twenty years ago my sweet little baby girl graduated from high school. It was a noteworthy achievement for me. I felt good. I thought