Naomi Lede

Duration: 2mins 50secs
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Interview with: Naomi Lede
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Dates: 1980
Archive Number: OH 46.01

NL: —despite caricature and (??), still remains the most divisible and beautiful expression of human life and 00:10.5 (??) yet born on American soil. Sprung from the African forest where its counterpart can still be heard, black music was adapted, changed, and intensified by the tragic sole life of the slave until it became the one true expression of a people’s sorrow, of people’s despair, of people’s hope. It 00:52.9 (??) an expression from the sun-wracked continent’s honorable murmur of the 01:05.2 (??) to the 01:10.5 (??) abandonment of physical 01:11.2 (??). Shrieking and shouting, the rushing to and fro, all of this is not new in the black experience. So firm a hold does it have on black people, that generations have come to believe that without this physical manifestation of God there can be no true communion with the invisible. To understand the black church is to understand the black experience.

(Applause)

Now, the only thing that I can say is thank you for coming, and if you get a chance, visit a black church and enjoy the black experience. Thank you so much and good night.

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