Excerpt Citizen Media Maven (My USA250 Story ~Adele Houston)
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Happy birthday America, land of contradictions—and of truths, still becoming
As I read, I learn, or relearn ...
The rare book library ultimately helped me value writing as, not only a process and a legacy, but a means to formulate ourselves.
Red White and Bicentennial Blues
Revisiting the nation’s founding exhibit at the The Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library a second time triggered different memories. My demo cassette tape of Red, White and Blues had mixed reviews. Ultimately, prospective funders deemed it too controversial. I was not willing to abandon my words a second time. The song that remains foremost in my memory speaks to the paradox that is America.
America is both sides of the coin we come to make, that’s what makes her great.
…the original poem reminisced about seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time. The “I” in that poem is me—a girl not yet sure she had the standing to call herself a writer, or to claim the liberty Lady Liberty promised. Women’s right to vote was barely fifty years old. My right to my own credit card, not yet won. I did not struggle free of that in the writing. But that struggle is mine.
Red, White and Blues
I was looking up, at Lady Liberty,
in the harbor of immigrant city,
when an old man, cautions questioningly,
What does this lady speak to me?
My knotted thoughts they struggled free…
What America means… What does America
mean? To me?
Grandma was an immigrant. Grandpa philosophized.
America is both sides of the coin
we come to make. That’s what makes her great.
So he set his hands to working, until they ached.
Grandma prayed for my Daddy’s sake.
I believe that you, can show me too,
Red, White and Blue.
Because you’re part of me, and I am part of you.
Then my dad inherited what they had done,
he continued on, it was for his son.
Now I’ve 16 years of schooling
where in something lies, ‘bout what Grandpa philosophized.
America it’s you I make, and when you ache,
I am aching too. But I believe in me,
And so you see, I believe in you.
My knotted thoughts they struggled free…
That’s what America means,
what America means, to me.
Another song in the collection, Never A Sunshine Patriot, embodied in stanzas the biography of the inconvenient revolutionary, Thomas Paine.
Two hundred and fifty years on, the contradictions have not resolved. They have accumulated. Jefferson’s self-doubt and Paine’s inconvenient truths, the Dunlap Broadside and the Declaration of Sentiments, the man honored at the cemetery and the man erased from it—these are not footnotes to the founding. They are the founding, still unfinished. The bus pass expires. The voices stay. That, too, is America.