From Janna, who suggested this one: They played this song at the memorial of Dr. Quentin Young, a great civil rights physician, and it’s stuck to me since as a great reminder that history zigs and zags and there’s a time for peace and resistance along the way.
From history.com: If the legendary gospel vocalist Mahalia Jackson had been somewhere other than the National Mall in Washington, D.C., on this day in 1963, her place in history would still have been assured purely on the basis of her musical legacy. But it is almost impossible to imagine Mahalia Jackson having been anywhere other […]
