Anne Braden, a young, white advocate of racial justice. She grew up in segregated Alabama, but it was not until her years in college that she began to actively speak out against that practice. In 1951, she led a delegation of southern white women organized by the Civil Rights Congress to Mississippi to protest the execution of Willie McGee, an African American man convicted of the rape of a white woman, and was subsequently arrested and put in jail.
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Detail of the Dakota
30 years ago most of the USA heard the announcement by one of the most famous sports announcer on what to some was the most popular sports show, Monday Night Football on ABC. It’s still playing. Frank Gifford had just offered a bit of color commentary on the play that had just been run when Howard Cosell interrupted him…
“Yes, we have to say it. Remember, this is just a football game, no matter who wins or loses. An unspeakable tragedy confirmed to us by ABC News in New York City… John Lennon, outside his apartment building on the west side of New York City, the most famous, perhaps, of all the Beatles, shot twice in the back, rushed to Roosevelt Hospital, dead on arrival. Hard to go back to the game after that news flash, which in duty bound, we have to take.”
Link to Howard Cosell announcement
Lennon’s death lingers for those who were there
Em and I were going to go to Strawberry Fields. D was going to be out of town and she was going to take the day off. His plans changed, so ours did. I have to settle for this tribute on my blog.
>http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/hgI8bta-7aw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0
A tribute to the 29 men who died November 10, 1975, aboard the Edmund Fitzgerald in Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called “Gitche Gumee”
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that big ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the Gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship’s bell rang,
could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing
And ev’ry man knew, as the captain did too
’twas the witch of November come stealin’
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin’
When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin’
“Fellas, it’s too rough t’feed ya”
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
“Fellas, it’s bin good t’know ya!”
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
and the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when ‘is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
if they’d put fifteen more miles behind ‘er
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the Maritime Sailors’ Cathedral
The church bell chimed ’til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call “Gitche Gumee”
“Superior,” they said, “never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early”
>My dad sent me this cool YouTube link. I decided to post the link instead of put the video here because I think you will enjoy it better if you can see it full screen. Here is what it is about:
This fun YouTube video features a 1980s pop classic. The rock band Toto scored their biggest hit with Africa in 1982. The song is instantly recognizable. But it has been reinvented.
Perpetuum Jazzile is an a cappella jazz choir from Slovenia. It’s hard to think of something further from an ‘80s rock band. But their version of Africa may best the original. The group has amazing voices.
But the beginning of this video is really striking. Group members simulate an African thunderstorm with their hands.
It’s really something to see and hear.(Don’t turn up your sound – the sound of raindrops begins really soft.)
>Checking out this blog a vagabond’s sketchbook I found this Youtube clip. I’m not a big fan of Bob Hope or James Cagney, but the dance routine is only surpased by the quips. Enjoy and check out the blog. It’s pretty cool too.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
May 21, 2008
NYT > THE CITY
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 