Her clarity of vision crosses thirty years to address intimately each of us. In the auditorium a room full of strangers listened to Mahalia Jackson sing “Let There Be Peace on Earth” and stood up and gave a standing ovation to a movie screen. We have just seen George Wein’s documentary, Louis Armstrong at Newport, 1971. I am not sure how to respond to all this.
Mahalia Jackson never finished the eighth grade, or Mahalia’s genius is based on the collision of her voice with her spirituality. I am uncomfortable with his need to make this distinction because his inquiry begins to approach subtle shades of racism, classism, or sexism. The man I am with is trying to make a distinction.
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