In 1776, seven of my ancestors were on the battlefields of Massachusetts fighting for freedom, one was just fifteen with a fife and a musket. A little less than a century later, two of my ancestors born into slavery in Virginia rose to be state legislators and helped rebuild and reshape the Commonwealth after the Civil War. This book is in the spirit of their and their families’ collective determination to build a nation that can deliver the “blessings of liberty” to all its children.
What a amazing viewpoint into the condition of our country as we grapple again and again with racism and oppression of all marginalized communities. From Guam to Georgia, we are fighting a battle where the status quo can’t stand if we are all to be free. The author has a perch on a mountain where half of it was forged in American independence and the other half in slavery, and together hold a view of our country that resonated and informed and educated and made me think, cry, and laugh. Another must read of the year.
The force that drives us to recognize the human dignity of our fellow Americans, regardless of their color, ethnicity, or race, is a power older than our country itself. As a person of faith, I would say that force is divine. Julian Bond, who chose not to follow any religion and professed no belief in God, would say it’s just people recognizing the logic that his old professor Dr. King taught him at Morehouse: it’s always the right time to do the right thing.
That force motivated my grandma’s grandfather when he helped lead former slaves and former Confederates to assert their rights, to assert their children’s rights to a free education and their own rights to public higher education they could afford.
That force moved through the hand of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. as he finished his “Letter from Birmingham Jail” and handed it to a White prison guard he urged to join the civil rights movement because the guard was so deeply underpaid.
That force ordered the mind of Bob Zellner’s father as he struggled for his own sanity. If we’re honest, it’s there in the hearts of each of us. It’s in the pages of the parables you read in this book. I hope the lessons stick.
There is a gravity within humanity that pulls our hearts toward each other, despite demagogues, terrorists, or even governments trying to split us apart and pit us against each other. That gravitational pull helped power the uprisings in Gloucester. It rippled through the ink when my distant cousin President Thomas Jefferson penned the words, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” And again when he confessed, “I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever.”
Simply put, America doesn’t just have the most incarcerated Black or Brown people on the planet, we also have the most incarcerated White people on the planet… A Black man in the United States today is three times more likely to be incarcerated than a Black man was in South Africa at the height of apartheid, when that country led the world in incarceration….It is also true that a White man in America today is almost as likely as the average Black man in South Africa, at the height of apartheid, to serve time behind bars.
We must speak freely from our hearts in the languages that tend to pull on the heart strings and unite most Americans. When we do so, we speak in terms of the values that unite our faiths (and people of goodwill who aren’t believers), the love we share for our neighbors and families, our abiding patriotism and belief that our nation has a great destiny, and the great American Dream that our children will be better off than us. In the process, we remind ourselves that even bigger than our own families there is a great American family to which we all belong. Faith, Love, Patriotism, Aspiration, are the love languages of the American heart.
Professor Fields’s short history of the rehearsals for American colonialism and slavery reminds us that much of what the Europeans did in the Americas, they first did to one another. And yet slavery in America evolved into a unique institution. Throughout European history, enslaved people were always seen as fellow humans of nationalities that had lost wars or had been otherwise targeted for subjugation. Populations were stereotyped, and oppressed through the institution, but never was their basic humanity denied.
When we allow racism to cloud our vision of the poor, more Americans suffer than most realize. A nation that imagines most of the poor to be Black loses sight of the Whites who actually make up most of the poor. In the process many White political leaders let millions of their White constituents go hungry every year.
I believe that we can ultimately be as in rhythm with one another as the musicians in any bluegrass band, weaving all of that European heritage, all of that African heritage, hints of Native American heritage, all together at once. Heck, the mouth harp ultimately goes back to Asia. We can be that “perfect example of the unity and dignity of the human family” that Frederick Douglass envisioned a century and a half ago. We’ve already achieved it in music in so many ways. And not just in bluegrass but in rock ’n’ roll, soul, R&B, country, and jazz. The music that defines our nation, all of it, is gospel, which is the harmony of all of us—of all of our traditions. A piano here, a banjo there, a West African rhythm here, a European melody there, all blended together. Hints of Asia and other places woven through. Native American drums. Jewish klezmer. It’s all right there.