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Lift Every Voice and Sing

Our third grade class filed under the concrete breezeways that loosely connected the classrooms of Coral Reef Elementary, past the Seagrape tree at the end of the open courtyard, and into the big cafeteria.  It was the only space large enough to hold all the energy of so many kids, cooled only by tall jalousie windows that caught the breezes off Biscayne Bay.  The air inside was heavy and anxious, and just like nearly everything in Florida it could be oppressive if you let it get to you.  But we kids just took it in and made it exciting.  This was our music class, the time when we could bubble our energy in a new song taught to us on the tired piano by Mr. Michaels.

Lift every voice and sing, till earth and Heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of liberty;

There was an earnestness to the way he played it and a seriousness to his voice as he coaxed us along.  We could all tell that this was an important song, but what mattered to us was that like so many of his selections it was fun to sing and a joyful break from the languid classrooms book learning.  Mr. Michaels made careful sure we had it down, the first of many times we would sing this song together with all the energy of little kids.

Let our rejoicing rise, high as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

It would be years before I came to know this song as “The Black National Anthem”.  It was taught to us as something beyond that, however.  Mr. Michaels led us to sing this together as an anthem of desegregation, the great force that sent us kids first to Coral Reef Elementary, then to Leewood, and now back to Coral Reef – and we’d finish up at Frank C. Martin.  That was the reality of schooling under the watchful eyes of the court order.  It came down to us like an experiment, at least in the sense that the adults never seemed to know just what they were doing.  We kids were the ones that had to make it all work somehow.  Whatever the sins of the past were, they were not ours.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;

In the schools February is Black History Month.  A new generation learns about great figures like George Washington Carver, a man who deserves far more than casual treatment as “the peanut guy” once a year.  They learn about the conscience of a nation propelled into war by the fiery stare made rhetoric and then action by Frederick Douglass.  The kids hear the concert of Marian Anderson that echoed against the stone of the Lincoln Memorial because she was kept from the gilded hall reserved for white singers.  That history of slavery and segregation was a distinct Black History, but for us it came together in the steamy cafeteria with hundreds of young voices doing little more than enjoying what was in front of them.

Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.

There is always more work to be done as surely as there are always more stories to hear.  There are also songs to sing, especially “Lift Every Voice and Sing” by James W. Johnson.  When no one knows quite what else to do this simple song can raise hope as it raises voices together.  I would like to offer this to you the way Mr. Michaels gave it to all the kids at Coral Reef Elementary in celebration of this month and all that it represents.

17 thoughts on “Lift Every Voice and Sing

  1. What a wonderful perspective on Black History Month and your memory of those days.
    As a northern kid my…I just didn’t understand WHY there was such a thing as segregation, not realizing there was/is a less obvious, but still disturbing de-facto segregation here.
    In 1967 driving through Georgia from Fort Gordon to Decatur Alabama we were passing through a small town and at the rear of a store I saw a sign stating “Colored Entrance.”
    As you say, there is still much work to be done.

  2. Thanks. I don’t think anyone who ever thought about it “got” segregation, whether they were North or South. There’s a link to a story I did on Old McMullen, the guy who taught me about the history of Perrine and how things got to be The Way They Are. He never understood it all, either. I treasure that oldtime Florida honesty and try to do my best to tell these stories straight up.

    But I still love this song. It says far more to me than anything else.

  3. I love how you can set the mood around a controversial topic like busing and not give away your opinion. I’d say you are a politician but you do it even better then they do. 🙂

    A good story & I appreciate it.

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