(In honor of Black History Month)
No sooner did Mama open the front door than Marian was in her arms, sobbing.
“Oh, Mama! It was awful. There were so many empty seats, and the critics—one said I sang as if by rote.” Marian’s throat constricted around the hurtful words.
If anything, she always put heart and soul into her music. To be told she sang by rote was as painful as being told she sang flat.
“I’m done,” Marian announced through tears. “I need to find a different profession.”
Mama paused, then quietly suggested, “Why don’t you think about it a little, and pray a lot first?”
For a full year, 1924-1925, twenty-six-year old Marian didn’t sing a note.
But a gift for music like Marian’s isn’t easily put away. She’d been singing all her life, including church solos from childhood. Her proud Aunt Mary took her to other venues in Philadelphia so everyone could hear Marian’s glorious voice with its three-octave range.
She longed to develop the gift God had given her and sing the music of the classical composers. So at age eighteen, Marian waited in a long line of applicants for a nearby music academy. Finally someone told her, “You can’t attend here; you’re Negro.”
Of course, she understood. African Americans of the time were prohibited from many establishments. But the pain didn’t come just from the words; it was how they were spoken. The young woman seemed to take delight in deflating Marian’s hope.
“That’s all right,” Mama told her. “God may have something better in mind.”
Mama was right. The principal of Marian’s high school introduced her to esteemed vocal teacher Guiseppe Boghetti, and asked him to take her as a pupil.
“No new students!” he barked, but agreed to hear her sing one song. Marian chose “Deep River,” and Boghetti miraculously found time for her.
But how would she pay him? Papa had died when Marian was twelve; Mama took in laundry and cleaned for Wanamaker’s Department Store to support her three daughters. Marian contributed as she could from her sporadic earnings as a soloist. It was their church who paid for the lessons as members contributed pennies into a special fund for her.
Soon invitations to sing arrived from outside Philadelphia. But travel, especially in the South, presented challenges and indignities. Trains did not serve food or offer sleeping berths to African Americans; hotels would not provide rooms. Marian stayed in homes or at the YWCA. And she sang to segregated audiences—Whites on one side, Blacks on the other.
Marian absorbed the ill treatment—even deflected it—by standing tall and dignified on every stage, in front of those who respected her voice but not her personhood.
Then came the devastating concert at New York City Hall, and her hiatus from singing. But within a year, Marian had returned to Boghetti for more lessons.
In 1925, he entered her in a vocal competition with 300 soloists. Marian won first prize: a concert with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Positive reviews fueled her courage to leave home for Europe, where she not only studied singing but the languages of the music she loved: German, Italian, and French.
From 1933-1939 she toured the continent. As those around her focused on her talent, Mama kept Marian focused in her spirit. “Grace must always come before greatness,” she would say.[1]
(1940)
As the Great Depression raged, Marian concluded each concert with several Negro Spirituals. Many were brought to tears as she poured her own emotions into each word, each note.
In 1939, Marian’s agent sought to book a concert at Washington D. C.’s Constitution Hall, owned by the Daughters of the Revolution. They refused the request, asserting their policy forbade African Americans from performing there.
The incident became a national headline when Eleanor Roosevelt heard of their affront. She expressed disapproval in her newspaper column and announced withdrawal of her membership from the organization.
(Eleanor and Marian, 1953)
Meanwhile the Executive Secretary of the NAACP approached the Secretary of the Interior with an alternative venue. Could Marian sing from the Lincoln Memorial steps and the audience stand on the Washington Mall? Permission was granted.
Seventy-five thousand people gathered to hear her sing. Black and White attendees stood together that day, shoulder to shoulder—a picture of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s dream—nearly three decades before his famous speech, given from the same location.
(April, 1939)
More tours abroad and across the United States followed, keeping Marian away from home and family. But her mission compelled her forward:
“I sing to all, of course, but to that one, that one over the ninety-nine
whom you’d like to bring back into the fold—
if I reach that one soul, and reach it well–
then the concert was not in vain.”
—Marian Anderson [2]
By the mid-1950s the Civil Rights Movement gripped the country. Marian received criticism for not using her influence more vehemently. Perhaps they didn’t know her quiet battle behind the scenes.
For example, when the DAR sought to correct the wrong from 1939 and invited Marian to sing at Constitution Hall in 1943, she graciously accepted—with the stipulation that seating be integrated. The DAR complied.
Marian has been described as “a silent fighter who quietly opened doors for others.”[3]
Others. That was Marian’s focus, whether she was singing, serving her community, or giving interviews. In fact, she was known for questioning her interviewers, taking genuine interest in their lives.
Her nephew James LePriest remembers that even into her nineties people would comment, “You look just like Marian Anderson!”
She’d reply, “You’re the third person who’s told me that today,” and never reveal her identity.
Grace before greatness indeed.
(You can access a recording of Marian singing here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO9yDb_9NVw&list=PL-J_hJ4fmXTik1Z1NuWrH2mXrTAk-8HVe&index=43)
Notes
[1] https://www.guideposts.org/faith-and-prayer/prayer-stories/power-of-prayer/guideposts-classics-marian-anderson-on-the-power-of-faith
[2] https://www.rightnowmedia.org/Content/Series/1165
[3] Ibid.
Other Sources:
- http://dla.library.upenn.edu/dla/ead/ead.html?q=year%20of%20first%20concert%20at%20New%20York%20City%20Hall&id=EAD_upenn_rbml_MsColl200&
- https://whittakerchambers.org/articles/time-c/marian-anderson/
Photo credits: http://www.loc.getarchive.net; http://www.flickr.com (3).
She was a great Lady in every respect.
Wasn’t she though? I remember what a stellar voice she had, but knew very little of her backstory. Such courage and perseverance it took for her to finally succeed as a Black vocalist on the classical concert tour.
Grace and graciousness first. Then onward, to the last. (And hopefully resonant and luminescent between times.)
The story related by her nephew makes me smile. It also makes me hope to one day hear others say, “You remind me of your Father.”
Isn’t that a delightful anecdote from her nephew? As for your last sentence, “Amen!” (I see the Father in your creativity and sensitive spirit!)
What an inspiring story, Nancy! Grace before greatness is something we should all strive for.
Blessings!
Indeed, Martha! And Marian is a superb example to follow. Happy weekend to you! (Are you expecting a lot of snow where you are? I know this storm is dipping further south than usual!)
A wonderfully inspiring story, Nancy–and inspiringly told!
Thank you, Mitch!
thanks for this very important read of this great lady Nancy!
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You’re welcome, Cindy. Marian’s greatness included more than her voice. Her character set her apart as much as her talent, I think.
Oh that is such a treat gift! and most important!!! 💖
Thank you for highlighting the life of one of Philadelphia’s greatest! A great deal can be learned from the life of this amazing woman.
Very true, Ruth. I could have included so much more about her accomplishments and service to others. But the post was getting too long! Did you ever attend a concert of this hometown heroine?
what an inspirational story!
Thank you, Jean. Researching her life certainly inspired me!
Nancy, thank you for sharing this inspiring story of grace before greatness. She was a great talent!
I’m so glad you found inspiration here, Pam! Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to comment.
Wow! Thanks so much for sharing…I love how you’ve compiled this little biography piece…love the quote you shared by her as well. I’m going to look up some videos to hear her voice now❤️
So glad you enjoyed this post, Alicia. I included a link to a youtube video at the end of the post, but neglected to draw attention to it. Hope you found one that does her voice justice! (The microphones and sound equipment back in the day left a lot to be desired.)
It was different than what I expected when I listened but yes you’re right, some of the videos sound better than others..beautiful voice for sure!
So interesting to learn of her journey to greatness! She was blessed not only with a great talent but a loving and wise mother who taught her the value of meekness, patience, and inner humility. I really appreciate knowing about Eleanor Roosevelt’s role in Marian’s life.
I too was impressed by Marian’s mother, Anna! She had been a school teacher before moving to Philadelphia. But (if I remember correctly) Anna couldn’t get certified there, and that’s why she ended up doing other people’s laundry and cleaning. Of course, her strong faith influenced Marian greatly, and her other two daughters no doubt. As for Eleanor Roosevelt–she was a force to be reckoned with!
This is such a powerful, inspiring story, Nancy. A woman who persevered in the face of such awful racism. Thank you so much for sharing this. I love the last post, too – “Truth or Trash.” Love and blessings to you!
Thank you, Trudy. I too was very inspired by Marian’s story and thoroughly enjoyed researching her background. So appreciate you stopping by and reading TWO posts–I’ll be back to visit your blog too!
Thank you for writing about this talented lady! And for including the link to the recording. Wow, what a voice! She transcended the quality of the recording abilities of that era!
You’re welcome, Shauna. It was my pleasure to do the research! I’m so glad you knew to take into account the quality of the recordings in that time. The record companies really weren’t able to do her justice.
No they did not. But for those of us who want to hear her now, it’s the best we have.
Thank you for sharing Marian’s story! I’ve heard bits and pieces before. I’ll be back for a re-read.
Meanwhile, your writing’s been featured!
http://www.lindastoll.net/2021/02/mid-winter-browsing-on-porch.html
I’m honored you consider the post worthy of a re-read! Thank you, Linda!
Beautiful. ❤
Thank you, Anna. So glad you found beauty here!
What a great story…thank you for sharing it. It’s encouraging.
Delighted you found encouragement here, Betty. Praise God!