Blues For Martin Luther King, Jr.
by Terry Messman
In the despairing days after Dr. King’s death, the nation was overcome by the blues, so it was fitting that the pre-eminent blues band in the land would play for the activists in Resurrection City.
Two of the most inspiring currents in modern American history came together when Muddy Waters and his electrifying Chicago blues band traveled to Resurrection City in Washington, D.C., on May 18, 1968, to play a benefit concert for the poor people and civil rights activists camped out in a shantytown in the shadow of the Lincoln Memorial.
Both of the mighty rivers that converged on that fateful day in the nation’s capital – the river of song and the river of justice – had their headwaters in the state of Mississippi, in two of the nation’s most poverty-stricken areas.
The river of song had its source at the ramshackle wooden shack where Muddy Waters lived and labored and first played the blues; while the river of justice had its headwaters in Marks, Mississippi, the small town in Quitman County where Martin Luther King, Jr. first saw the full extent of childhood poverty and hunger.
Justice Is Like a Mighty Stream
The two rivers had joined together in Resurrection City, the encampment created by the Poor People’s Campaign in May 1968. One of Dr. King’s most oft-cited passages from the prophet Amos likens justice to a “mighty stream.” Five years earlier, Dr. King had delivered his “I Have a Dream” speech at the massive March on Washington in August 1963 while standing at the same location where Resurrection City now stood. He had quoted Amos in his speech: “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
King also quoted that same biblical passage from Amos in “Letter from a Birmingham Jail. And those same words are now carved in black granite in the memorial to the martyrs of the Freedom Movement in Montgomery, Alabama, the city where King helped organize the Montgomery bus boycott.
Water constantly flows over the inscription carved in granite: “We will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.” King’s name is now engraved on that memorial with the names of 40 civil rights martyrs.
Justice is like a mighty stream. On May 18, 1968, six weeks after King’s murder on April 4, an endless stream of justice-seeking activists began flowing into Resurrection City from all over the country, traveling on the Mule Train from Marks, Mississippi; setting out on caravans from the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama; and arriving in Washington, D.C., after 3,000-mile journeys across the continent from Seattle, San Francisco and Los Angeles.
Several thousand people had made this pilgrimage for justice, and once they arrived in the nation’s capital in May 1968, they constructed a settlement of plywood shacks and canvas tents on the National Mall – the first stage of their struggle for an Economic Bill of Rights for the Disadvantaged. Dr. King’s vision of an Economic Bill of Rights included the crucial elements needed to overcome poverty, hunger and homelessness: full employment, decent housing for all, and an adequate income for disabled people and those unable to work.
Civil rights supporters around the nation were traumatized and grief-stricken after Martin Luther King’s murder, yet several thousand people had fought off their sorrow and outrage and had come to Resurrection City in a valiant effort to be faithful to the last, best dream of the slain civil rights leader – the Poor People’s Campaign.
In those doomstruck and despairing weeks following King’s death, the nation itself was overcome by the blues, so it was symbolically fitting that the pre-eminent blues band in the land would play for the activists camped out in the nation’s capital.
Blues from the Mississippi Delta
On the day after King’s assassination, Otis Spann, arguably the greatest blues pianist of all and a mainstay of Muddy Waters’s band, had performed two newly composed blues for the fallen civil rights leader – “Blues for Martin Luther King” and “Hotel Lorraine” – in a storefront church in Chicago, even as buildings were burning all around the church in the riots that erupted after the fatal shooting.
Now, six weeks later, on May 18, 1968, Muddy Waters, Otis Spann, harmonica master Little Walter and bassist Willie Dixon had driven all night from Chicago to play a benefit concert at Resurrection City at the invitation of folklorist Alan Lomax, the man who had first recorded Muddy Waters for the Library of Congress in the summers of 1941 and 1942.
Lomax had recorded Waters playing the blues in front of his primitive wooden shack on the Stovall Plantation near Clarksdale, Mississippi, where Muddy had lived for 17 years picking cotton and corn and driving a tractor for miserably low wages.
Now, in a remarkable historic parallel 27 years after that first recording session, the stark wooden shack that had been home to Muddy Waters on the Mississippi plantation was mirrored in the hundreds of primitive plywood shacks and tents erected by activists working with the Southern Christian Leadership Conference to fulfill Martin Luther King’s vision of a nonviolent insurrection for economic justice.
All these powerful currents of history flowed together and met at the base of the Lincoln Memorial in front of the Reflecting Pool on virtually the same site where Dr. King had earlier delivered one of the most momentous speeches in U.S. history at the massive March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom.
Now, five years later, Muddy Waters stood on the same spot, playing the blues for a nation mourning Rev. King’s murder.
“Lord I’m troubled, I’m all worried in mind.
And I’m never being satisfied, and I just can’t keep from crying.”
The very first time Muddy Waters was ever recorded in 1941, he sang those words on a song that can be heard on “The Complete Plantation Recordings.”
Now, 27 years later, in 1968, those lyrics seemed to be a haunting description of the grief in the souls of countless people who were left badly shaken by the murder of Martin Luther King, and the recent assassinations of so many others who had given their lives for peace and justice.
Just as Muddy Waters sang, their hearts were “troubled” and they were “all worried in mind” by the loss of Martin Luther King. Many felt it might prove to be a fatal blow to the Freedom Movement, yet as they listened to Muddy Waters sing at Resurrection City, the blues once again were a lifeline.
And who better to play the blues for the poverty rights activists living in the D.C. shantytown than Muddy Waters, one of the most influential masters in the history of the blues, and a man of the people who had known poverty while growing up in a shack himself.
Waters had begun developing his brilliant slide guitar technique and enormously powerful vocal style while living in the Mississippi Delta. In 1943, he left the plantation, jumped aboard a train heading straight out of segregated Mississippi, and journeyed to Chicago where he put together a band of the finest blues musicians, including rhythm guitarist Jimmy Rogers, harmonica genius Little Walter, and the matchless blues pianist Otis Spann.
Blasting the Blues at Resurrection City
Lomax described the impact of Muddy’s performance in Resurrection City in The Land Where the Blues Began.
“Back of the poetry that expressed their discontent rose the big sound that Muddy and his friends had been cooking up, the sound of their new wind, strings, and percussion combo. It had many voices: a closer-miked harmonica, wailing and howling in anguish and anger like the wind off Lake Michigan; Muddy’s lead guitar, with the bottleneck crying out the blues all up and down the six strings, a rhythm guitar behind, both amplified by big speakers so every crying note, every beat could be heard a quarter mile away … and swanking it on a grand piano, Otis Spann, filling in all the cracks with surging boogie.”
When Waters was first recorded, he was playing an acoustic guitar on the plantation, but in Chicago, the country blues had been transformed into a brand of urban electric blues that wailed with far greater amplification. But it still expressed the primal spirit of the blues from the Mississippi Delta, the blues Muddy had learned to love from his first musical hero and his greatest influence, Son House.
Muddy’s music was rooted in the Delta, and Lomax wrote that it went all the way back “through Son House to the one-stringed diddly bow, to the very roots of African-American music in Mississippi.”
Now, in the fullness of time, Waters had brought the spirit of the Delta blues to Washington, D.C., invited by the same man who had first recorded him playing his bottleneck guitar on the Stovall Plantation. As Muddy’s band blasted the blues for the nation at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial, Lomax described the impact that his hard-charging music had on the poverty activists assembled there:
“The audience, folks from the ghettoes of the Midwest and the Deep South, knew this sound. It was theirs. They had danced it into being on a thousand, thousand nights in barrooms and at houseparties. Now the old Delta music, rechristened rhythm and blues, was on stage in the nation’s capital. A roar of applause swept across the Reflecting Pool into Lincoln’s marble house. The politicians might not be listening, but soon the whole world would be dancing to this beat and singing these blues.”
Robert Kennedy’s Assassination
Many of those who had heard the cry of the poor had responded by traveling the long, hard road to Resurrection City. Thousands of poverty rights activists had been battered by grief and anger and despair over the murder of Martin, beaten by the police in a hundred demonstrations for civil rights that had led up to this historic confrontation, and battered over their entire lifetimes by the twin assaults of racism and poverty.
When the Poor People’s Campaign finally arrived in the nation’s capital to confront the legislators who had allowed tens of millions of American citizens to languish in poverty, they were besieged by unrelenting rainstorms that transformed Resurrection City into Mud City.
The demonstrators stood their ground through the rest of May and the first weeks of June, but even as they tried to pick up the pieces and renew their commitment in the broken-hearted days after Rev. King’s murder, Robert Kennedy was assassinated in Los Angeles on June 5, a demoralizing and nearly unendurable death, especially since Kennedy was one of the originators of the idea of a Poor People’s Campaign.
After he had witnessed at first hand the shocking level of poverty, illness, malnutrition and childhood deprivation in Mississippi, Robert Kennedy and civil rights leader Marian Wright Edelman had encouraged Martin Luther King to bring poor people to the nation’s capital “to make hunger and poverty visible.”
Already reeling from the murder of Dr. King, the poor people’s movement had been camped in Resurrection City for less than three weeks when they learned that Robert Kennedy had just been shot to death.
Bobby Kennedy’s funeral procession passed through Resurrection City on its way to his burial at Arlington National Cemetery, and as it passed by the Lincoln Memorial, the mournful gathering sang “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.”
Two of the nation’s most prominent champions of poor people – and two of its most outspoken antiwar voices – had been silenced. “Crucifixion,” an eloquent song by protest singer Phil Ochs, poetically described the age-old assassination of prophets, who were almost predestined for crucifixion because they were “chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard.”
The road ahead to peace and justice in America now indeed seemed hopelessly hard – and endlessly tragic.
Then, in the final chapter of Resurrection City, the activists who had kept their faith and hope alive for so many long years, even in the face of tragic assassinations and countless police assaults on the movement, were tear-gassed by their own country’s troops and, on June 24, subjected to mass arrests and evictions by the police and the National Guard.
The Epic Journey of Muddy Waters
Those who had come by caravan and mule-drawn wagons to Washington, D.C., had traveled many long, perilous roads. But Muddy Waters had traveled for decades en route to playing the blues for the Poor People’s Campaign. It was one of the truly epic journeys – a hard-traveled highway of historic significance.
On the evening of May 17, 1968, the day before he was scheduled to play the blues for the poorest of the poor, Waters and his band had set off on an all-night car trip from Chicago, reaching Resurrection City the next morning, on May 18.
Yet that was only the last leg of his historic journey. Muddy’s real odyssey began long before that. He had traveled the nation’s highways for 25 years on his way to bringing the blues of the Mississippi Delta to lift the spirits of the activists gathered in Resurrection City.
His journey began at the Stovall Plantation in the Mississippi Delta, where he had worked as a field laborer picking cotton and corn, and then as a tractor driver. While living in Clarksdale, Waters had been greatly inspired by the impassioned bottleneck guitar and the deeply emotional vocals of Son House, one of the foundational masters of the Delta Blues. House is my favorite musician in the entire history of the blues.
In The Land Where The Blues Began, Alan Lomax recounts how he asked Waters where he had first heard the song that became Muddy’s “Country Blues.”
Waters answered, “I learned it from Son House; that’s a boy that picks a guitar. I been knowing Son since (19)29. He was the best. Whenever I heard he was gonna play somewhere, I followed after him and stayed watching him. I learned how to play with the bottleneck by watching him for about a year. He helped me a lot. Showed me how to tune my guitar in three ways…”
It is wondrous to consider this direct transmission of the blues from Son House to Muddy Waters. By studying Son House’s music for so long, and emulating this early master of the Delta blues, Waters became a direct lineal descendant of this deeply rooted strain of Mississippi blues.
‘His Voice Is in the Wind’
Son House had labored on southern plantations, preached in Baptist churches, and served hard time in Mississippi’s notorious Parchman Farm penitentiary. House’s impassioned blues were “created in the infernal laboratory that was segregated, Depression-stricken Mississippi,” and “embody the alienation and isolation of the modern condition, whatever the listener’s cultural background,” as Tony Russell and Chris Smith wrote in The Penguin Guide to Blues Recordings.
House sings with unbelievable fervor and his intense, raw-edged slide guitar is the perfect accompaniment to his harsh, raging vocals.
Rolling Stone’s music reviewer David McGee captured perfectly the passionate intensity of House’s slide guitar, writing that rather than employing intricate polyrhythms or complex single-string solos, House fiercely attacked his guitar and made it wail with unsettling intensity so that it howled alongside his singing.
McGee wrote: “House wielded his slide as if it were on the left hand of God: It slashed, it wailed, it howled, it moaned, it wept.”
House died in 1988, but his guitar and voice have never been silenced. They live on as a permanent gift and inspiration to the blues artists that followed in his path, beginning with Muddy Waters. David McGee wrote, “His legacy is a body of work rarely equaled, never surpassed. His guitar is in the Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale, Mississippi; his voice is in the wind.”
Folklorist Alan Lomax and musicologist John Work followed that wind through Mississippi in 1941, and made some deeply valuable recordings of Son House for the Library of Congress.
House then told Lomax about Muddy Waters, and Lomax traveled to Clarksdale to make the first recordings of Waters at the Stovall Plantation in 1941 and 1942. When Muddy first heard his voice on those recordings, he finally realized that he truly was a blues singer.
In May of 1943, less than a year after his final recordings for the Library of Congress, Waters left his job at the plantation for good after the overseer refused to raise his pay as a skilled tractor driver from 22 1/2 cents an hour to 25 cents.
The rest is history. Muddy Waters boarded the train for Chicago, and never looked back. He went on to electrify the world, creating an influential model of highly amplified urban blues – born on the Mississippi Delta and then alchemically transformed during countless late-night sessions in Chicago’s blues clubs.
Muddy Waters and Chicago’s other blues masters – Little Walter, Otis Spann, Howlin’ Wolf, Hubert Sumlin, Elmore James, Sonny Boy Williamson, Jimmy Reed, Big Walter Horton, et al – then began traveling all over America and Europe, helping to give birth to rock and roll, jump-starting the British Invasion, and ultimately inspiring music lovers all over the world with their brilliant artistry that transcended all barriers of race, class and nationality. They electrified the entire world.
Martin Luther King Witnesses Childhood Poverty in Mississippi
In 1964, Martin Luther King, Jr. described the significance that blues and jazz music held for the Freedom Movement in a brief article written for the Berlin Jazz Festival. King wrote: “The Blues tell the story of life’s difficulties, and if you think for a moment, you will realize that they take the hardest realities of life and put them into music, only to come out with some new hope or sense of triumph. This is triumphant music.”
King went on to describe how significant and liberating that music had been to many activists in the Freedom Movement. “Much of the power of our Freedom Movement in the United States has come from the music. It has strengthened us with its sweet rhythms when courage began to fail. It has calmed us with its rich harmonies when spirits were down.”
Just as the Delta blues first came to life in Mississippi, so did the Poor People’s Campaign. This attempt to build a nonviolent uprising for economic justice first become an overwhelmingly urgent priority for Martin Luther King after he visited Marks, Mississippi, a poverty-stricken town in the Delta, in 1966.
King had come to Mississippi after civil rights activist James Meredith had been shot three times by shotgun blasts on the second day of his personal “March Against Fear” that began on June 6, 1966. Meredith had planned to march from Memphis, Tennessee, to Jackson, Mississippi, but Aubrey James Norvell, a white assailant, gunned him down. Norvell would later plead guilty to the shooting.
Blues musician J.B. Lenoir sang out his outrage over the shooting in his song, “Shot on James Meredith.”
“June the 6th, 1966, they shot James Meredith down
Just like a dog.
Mr. President, I wonder what are you gonna do now?
I don’t believe you’re gonna do nothing at all.”
In outraged response to the shooting, thousands of civil rights activists came to Mississippi to carry on the spirit of Meredith’s march, and Meredith himself recovered from the shooting and was able to rejoin the march as 15,000 demonstrators entered Jackson on June 26.
During the March Against Fear, an elderly marcher, Armistead Phipps, died of a heart attack, and King traveled to Marks to preach at his funeral.
During his first visit to Marks, according to Hilliard Lawrence Lackey’s book, Marks, Martin and the Mule Train, Dr. King was moved to tears by the “pervasive sense of hopelessness and widespread hunger” he witnessed in Marks.
King wept again during his second visit to Marks in 1966 when he witnessed a teacher feeding her young students a slice of apple and a few crackers for their lunch. Public schools in many southern states had refused to accept federal aid for school lunches in their attempts to avoid federal integration laws.
Marian Wright Edelman described King’s reaction to these encounters.
“Dr. King uncharacteristically broke down in tears and had to leave the room. Later, he said to Dr. Abernathy, “I can’t get those children out of my mind… We can’t let that kind of poverty exist in this country. I don’t think people really know that little school children are slowly starving in the United States of America. I didn’t know it.”
Edelman also accompanied Senator Robert Kennedy on a trip to Mississippi. Edelman wrote that when Kennedy saw the poverty and hunger there at first hand, “his profound shock and sadness motivated him to act too.” Kennedy’s visit to Mississippi put hunger on the national agenda, and resulted in a coalition that became active on childhood hunger, malnutrition and illness, she explained.
Mule Train from Marks
The vision of the Poor People’s Campaign was to make poverty and hunger and slum conditions visible to federal lawmakers and to the entire nation. Due to King’s heartbreaking encounters with malnourished children in Marks, Mississippi, the small Delta town was chosen as an important symbolic starting point for the Poor People’s Campaign. Ralph David Abernathy later wrote that Dr. King wanted the campaign to start “at the end of the world” – meaning in the impoverished town of Marks.
Perhaps the most well-remembered image of the entire Poor People’s Campaign was the Mule Train that left Marks, Mississippi, on May 14, 1968, on a thousand-mile journey to Washington, D.C. Twenty-eight wagons pulled by 56 mules arrived in the nation’s capital on June 19, and went on a procession down Pennsylvania Avenue.
Although it arrived more than two months after King was assassinated, Abernathy wrote that the “Mule Train fulfilled one of Dr. King’s dreams.”
Blues for the Dreamer
It is deeply instructive to listen to the poignant blues songs written in response to Dr. King’s murder, and thereby learn how people from the grass roots of the black community – people who were not activists or political figures – expressed their heartfelt reactions to the death of a leader, and the loss of a man they considered a friend.
It enables us to see that everyday people had found so much hope in King’s courageous activism, and held so much love for him. It allows us to see how deeply they had shared his dream, and how shattering his death was for them.
Activists and political theorists have argued ever since about whether “idolizing” King takes away from the message that it is the people who build the movement, and not just the charismatic leaders. That is true in many cases.
Yet, in this case, the honest and immediate reactions to King’s assassination demonstrate how much reverence and love people held for him, and what an irreplaceable and prophetic role he played in their lives. Those reactions went far beyond the expected levels of grief and encompassed everything from the outrage that erupted in widespread rioting to the love that was expressed in so many unforgettable blues songs.
The murder of Dr. King brought forth heartfelt elegies from Otis Spann, Big Maybelle, Champion Jack Dupree, Big Joe Williams and Nina Simone. (We will look at Nina Simone’s brilliant songs about civil rights, freedom and equality, racism in America, the “backlash blues,” injustice in Mississippi, and the murder of “the King of Love” in a later chapter of Street Spirit’s series on The Blues and Social Justice.)
Heaven Will Welcome You, Dr.King
Big Maybelle, born Mabel Louise Smith in Jackson, Tennessee, was one of the finest rhythm and blues singers of the 1950s and ‘60s, with a big, beautiful voice that could joyfully roar out in soulful celebration, yet could also deliver sensitive renditions of finely nuanced ballads. It is difficult to fully describe her vocal talents without sounding like a contradiction in terms, because Big Maybelle usually growled out the blues in a gravel-voiced roar, yet could shift gears to sing in touching and lovely tones.
Big Maybelle drew on both dimensions of her vocal talent to record an extraordinarily moving elegy, “Heaven Will Welcome You, Dr. King.” (Her song can be heard on the CD compilation, “Big Maybelle: The Rojac Years.”)
Although she roars through this hard-rocking lament with unbelievable passion, she also demonstrates how a powerful voice under perfect emotional control can be sensitive enough to express the sadness and grief in the hearts of many.
Maybelle’s singing is so strong that it rocks the foundations of the world – just as King’s death rocked a nation to its core. Yet, at the same time, she sings as tenderly as a mother who has lost her child.
Big Maybelle begins her lament with shocked disbelief at the loss of Dr. King. It is a deeply felt reminder of how hard it was for people to believe that “the King of Love is dead,” as Nina Simone described King’s death in her own anthem.
When Big Maybelle sings with so much love and grief and urgency, she takes us right back to the time when the nation first learned of King’s death and tried, in those heart-stopping moments of devastation, to comprehend how much had been lost.
“It just don’t seem real, that’s all I can say.
I can’t believe Dr. King has passed away.”
It is heartbreaking when she sings, “I can’t BELIEVE that Dr. King has passed away.” Her sorrowful voice breaks into a sob right after the word “believe.” The immense power of her singing is made all the more expressive due to the scarcely controlled catch in her voice.
In my mind, this is the finest tribute to Martin Luther King of all, and Big Maybelle’s bighearted voice may be the only instrument strong enough to carry the weight of an entire nation’s heartache and outrage and tears. In fact, Big Maybelle’s heart and voice were big enough to bear the sorrow of the entire world. That is precisely what she does in singing this final verse.
“The whole world! The whole world is going to miss you!
This is true! And I know heaven, heaven is going to welcome you.”
Maybelle’s Expression of Faith
Big Maybelle’s song is also the most spiritually profound and the most deeply consoling of all the songs written in the aftermath of King’s murder. She moves seamlessly from her outrage at the “great waste” of a great man who was needed by his people, into a beautiful expression of her faith that he has gone to a much better place.
She sings, “I know you’ve gone – you’ve gone to a much better place.”
Her anger is vivid, her grief and shock and anguish are shouted out with all the power of her being, and yet her tender affection for King spills through every verse she sings. It somehow leads her to the same affirmation of faith in heaven that was at the heart of Rev. King’s life and faith and activism.
Her song carries out a fascinating transformation of one of the most common lyrical themes in the blues. The determination to not be defeated or broken by the blues can be found in the songs of virtually every blues artist. True to form, Big Maybelle tells Dr. King “don’t worry” and “never feel blue.”
But Maybelle doesn’t simply adapt this common blues theme to fit her song about King. Rather, she TRANSFIGURES it into an extraordinarily powerful message about faith. She can tell Dr. King to never feel blue because of her faith-filled certainty that he will be welcomed in heaven.
“So don’t worry, never feel blue.
Dr. King, I know heaven, heaven is going to welcome you
Oh yes it will.”
And Big Maybelle still has another prophetic lesson to offer the world. Now that the dreamer has fallen to an assassin’s bullet, those of us who are left behind must carry on his work for justice.
“You served God’s purpose and now you’re gone.
Those of us who are left, in your name, must try to carry on.
There’s one more thing, oh Lord, I would like to say.
Those of us who are lucky, Lord, will see you again one day.”
Even to this day, after hearing her song so many times, I am still amazed how, in just a little over three minutes, Big Maybelle expresses an entire nation’s outpouring of love and sorrow and anger, and then goes beyond that to teach us so much about life, about death, about finding the strength to carry on after so great a loss – and about faith in heaven and the spiritual conviction that death will not have the final answer.
“Those of us who are lucky are going to see you again one day.” Listening to Maybelle sing those words, I am reminded of how much our nation learned – and how much I learned – from the Freedom Movement led by African-American people in the South. I learned nearly everything I know about nonviolence, nearly everything I know about building a movement of resistance. I also learned so much about the power of love and faith.
Big Maybelle’s song conveys so much of what the great gospel singers rooted in the black churches taught us. She sings with tremendous power and conviction, “Dr. King, I know heaven is going to welcome you. Oh yes it will.”
Her singing has the emotional depth of the blues and the spiritual depth of the gospel music created in the African-American churches. Both these forms of music – blues and gospel – come together beautifully in the way Big Maybelle roars out the lyrics, “Heaven will welcome you, Dr. King.
She shouts out the word “heaven” with all the vocal fury and passion of great Mississippi blues singers like Son House and Howlin’ Wolf. Her voice is full of despair and heartache and loss, an emotionally expressive outcry that only the greatest blues shouters could match.
Yet, in that same voice – a voice with all the soul-fire that the best blues singers ever possessed – she also reaffirms all the love and faith in God expressed in the great gospel songs.
‘I’ve Been to the Mountaintop’
On April 3, 1968, on the day before his death, Rev. King told the congregation of a church in Memphis, “I’ve been to the mountaintop.” I cannot help but believe that Big Maybelle’s voice was powerful enough, and resounded far enough, to reach that mountaintop.
Right after four Sunday School students – Addie Mae Collins, Cynthia Wesley, Carole Robertson and Denise McNair – were killed when their Birmingham church was destroyed by the Ku Klux Klan’s dynamite, Martin Luther King talked about faith. After his own home was bombed, Rev. King talked about faith. And after King himself was fatally shot in Memphis, Big Maybelle picked up the fallen torch and sang about faith.
Big Maybelle, one of the most powerful blues shouters of all time, was transformed, for the duration of this awe-inspiring song, into a pastor, a caregiver for the nation’s soul.
Her spirit rose to the occasion with a performance that is heartbroken, but still believing. She is enraged and outspoken, but still gentle and comforting. Her song is both an elegy and, at the same time, a freedom song in the best tradition of the Freedom Singers who gave so much strength to the Freedom Movement.
We can only thank God for giving Big Maybelle a voice big enough and glorious enough to roar out a freedom song that transforms heartbreak into fierce determination. “Those of us who are left, in your name, will try to carry on,” she sings.
Labor organizer Joe Hill’s famous statement, “Don’t waste any time mourning, organize!” is supposed to be inspiring, yet it always has seemed somewhat lacking and incomplete. It does inspire us to carry on the struggle, yet it tends to reduce us only to political beings. When you lose someone near and dear to you, a mere slogan to keep up the good fight doesn’t fully take into account the depth of the human soul. Unless we’re merely political automatons, more than that is at stake.
Why can’t we mourn and organize? Big Maybelle’s song seems so much deeper to me, so much more soulful and human-hearted. It gives full voice to our sadness and tenderly expresses how much we miss the loved ones we have lost, while also expressing an unbroken determination to carry on the struggle for freedom.
I’ll always treasure Big Maybelle’s sweetly sorrowful voice singing the simple, yet profoundly deep truth of our loss:
“The whole world is going to miss you.”
Editor, Street Spirit
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