American Experience (1988–…): Season 33, Episode 6 - The Voice of Freedom - full transcript

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In the spring of 1939,
Marian Anderson

was one of the most famous
entertainers in the world,

known to millions as
the Voice of the Century.

But as she rehearsed in the
shadow of the Lincoln Memorial,

it was all she could do
to keep her nerves in check.

In a few hours, Anderson was
to sing a free concert



for tens of thousands
of spectators here,

and for millions more listening
on the radio coast to coast.

None of this
had been her choice.

She called her manager
the night before and said,

"Do I still have to go through
with this?"

It was so weighted with
political

and social symbolism

in ways that were beyond
her control.

She knew the minute

that she stood before Lincoln
that this would be

how she would be defined

for the rest of her life.

Racism shadowed every aspect
of Anderson's life.

A few months earlier,
she had been barred



from the only suitable
concert hall in Washington

by an organization called

the Daughters of
the American Revolution.

Anderson had been
shut out because of her race

many times before,
from many places.

But this time
civil rights groups, churches,

even First Lady
Eleanor Roosevelt

had rallied to defend
her rights.

It had all led to this moment,

to an unprecedented
demonstration

for freedom and equality,

in the heart of
the nation's capital.

Anderson has an appeal
that crosses age

and color lines.

This woman,

whether she wants to be or not,

is perfect for
highlighting the absurdity

of American racial codes.

She had worked so hard
to be known as an artist.

And she knew that
this would turn her into

a political figure.

And that was distinctly not
what she wanted for herself.

But she also recognized
the power of what she could do.

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She was becoming
part of this thing

that was so much
bigger than herself.

The civil rights movement did
not begin in 1954 or 1955.

The struggle was
already in motion.

Folks had been fighting,
pushing, refining for decades.

When we think of the civil
rights movement, we go first

to a lot of African American
men.

Marian Anderson is an outlier.

She became a political icon,

and the face of a movement.

And that was something she could
never step back from.

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Marian Anderson had known what
she wanted from life

since she was a girl.

"I was so interested in music,"
she said,

"that other things didn't matter
a lot."

So when the 17-year-old walked
into the lobby

of the Philadelphia Musical
Academy in 1914

and waited for her turn to fill
out an application,

she was on the verge of
realizing her fondest ambition.

If she was accepted
by the academy,

then Anderson could begin her
formal musical education:

singing lessons, languages,
acting, music theory.

It would be a dream come true.

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Anderson had been known among
Philadelphia's Black community

ever since she joined the
Union Baptist choir

after her sixth birthday...

The baby contralto,
she'd been called.

♪ My Lord ♪

♪ What a morning ♪

♪ My Lord ♪

♪ What a morning ♪

She sang a lot of spirituals,
hymns,

the great anthems of the church.

Union Baptist was one of those
places where a Negro,

a Black person, could go

and hear high church,
high holy music.

And so those were the things

that she cut her teeth on
early on.

♪ Begin to ♪

♪ Fall ♪

But Marian Anderson was
an unlikely candidate

for the Musical Academy.

She'd had to leave school
when she was twelve years old,

after her father was killed
in an accident at work.

The family was plunged
into poverty.

Her whole world turned upside
down when her father passed.

Her mother had to take on
multiple jobs

in order to provide for her
three daughters.

The sacrifice and love
investment

that her mother was making

stuck with Marian Anderson for
the rest of her life.

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While her mother was working
at a tobacco factory,

Marian raised her two younger
sisters

and did odd jobs to help
with the finances.

Union Baptist became her refuge.

It was at an evening
concert there

that Anderson first caught
the eye and ear

of America's greatest
Black tenor, Roland Hayes.

Roland Hayes

is what Anderson aspires to be,

and he recognized that Anderson
was no kind of just

top-student-in-the-church-choir
kind of voice.

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He became a real mentor.

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Hayes offered support
and guidance,

but he couldn't change
the financial realities

of Anderson's life.

Friends and supporters could see

her future being slowly
smothered.

So when Anderson was a teenager,

the congregation at
Union Baptist took up the first

of many collections
for the young woman they called

"our Marian."

There's always a ram
in the bush.

She did have benefactors
that weren't wealthy,

but had great wealth of heart.

By the time Anderson was 17,

Philadelphia's Black community
had raised enough money

that she could finally begin
high school, and best of all,

study music at the
Philadelphia Musical Academy.

But when the time to apply
finally arrived,

Anderson waited all day
in the lobby

as white girls
were ushered past.

When everyone was gone,

the white girl says,
"Well, what do you want?"

And she says, "Well, I want
to apply for the school."

You know,
"I've come to get information."

And she was like,
"We don't take colored."

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Most Black people
in the public eye

have a story about their initial
encounter with Jim Crow racism.

And it usually coincides with
some kind of

coming of age because it is,
in fact, in some ways,

a coming-of-age story.

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I don't know how I got out of
the place and back home.

Maybe it would have been better

if my mother had told me
when I was littler

what kind of things could happen
to you if you were a Negro.

All of my dreams were
just shattered around my head.

Ever since her father died,

Anderson had watched her mother
confront hardship

with dignity and unwavering
determination.

"Mother had a strength beyond
herself," she said,

and Marian had taken on some
of the same qualities.

Just weeks after the crushing
blow at the Musical Academy,

Anderson began singing lessons
with a neighborhood teacher,

and then started high school.

In her spare hours,
she taught herself piano

and sang for just about every
Ladies Auxiliary, YWCA,

church group,
and social club in Philadelphia.

She had to regroup.

In many ways, she found her
ingenuity during this time.

She still found a way to steal
away, as the elders say.

But despite her talent
and ambition,

Anderson made little headway

outside her
Philadelphia community.

So when the 24-year-old
was invited

to perform in Chicago in 1919,

at the first meeting

of the National Association
of Negro Musicians,

she jumped at the opportunity.

But that summer was a risky time

for a Black woman to be
traveling across the country.

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In July alone,

there were deadly riots
in Washington,

New York, Norfolk, Virginia,

and a dozen other cities.

The summer of 1919 is the crest

of one of the most vicious years
in American history.

There are riots that just kind
of sweep the nation.

They're not just Southern riots.

Not only have segregation

and the underlying ethos of
Jim Crow gone national,

but the commitment to
reinforcing and defending them

through, through terroristic
violence

is also national.

Jim Crow was following
the Great Migration northward,

and both had landed in Chicago.

In the last two years alone,

an estimated 50,000 Black people
had arrived in the city,

almost doubling Chicago's
African American population.

New arrivals crowded up uneasily

against a huge influx
of immigrants

fleeing Southern
and Eastern Europe.

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Those European migrants were
divided

by religion, language,
and ethnicity.

But they held one thing in
common;

an antipathy toward
Black people.

Business owners exploited
racial tensions,

frequently using Black workers

to undercut wages
and break strikes.

Marian Anderson travels
to a Chicago in 1919

that's basically a powder keg.

And it has many of the
conditions that you'll see

in cities across the country.

There's pressure on housing.

There's competition

over jobs.

There are returning soldiers,
Black and white;

Black soldiers angry about
their World War I experience

and convinced that they've
earned

their full citizenship rights

and white soldiers determined
to keep African Americans

from acting on their
convictions.

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On the afternoon of July 27,

14-year-old
Eugene Williams was killed

when his raft drifted into the
white section

of the 29th Street Beach.

A policeman refused to arrest
his assailant.

Fights broke out between Black
and white bystanders.

While Anderson was at the
Chicago Musical College

preparing for the most important
performance of her life,

the rising tide of
racial violence

came crashing down around her.

There were rampaging mobs

moving through Black
neighborhoods,

rumors circulating about
violence being done

all over the city,

bodies riddled with bullets
or set afire...

no one quite sure about

all of the things going on,
but knowing it was bad.

Over five days,
23 African Americans

and 15 whites were killed
in Chicago,

and 500 people injured.

But the National Association
of Negro Musicians

would not be deterred;

the performance had to be
postponed and relocated

to a cramped hall at the YMCA,

but on the first of August 1919,

Marian Anderson made her
concert debut

in an extraordinary moment.

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One of the things that art
has long done,

especially for
African-American communities,

is to find a language of
transcendence...

in hopelessness.

Because the moment you let go
of that, what do you have?

You're lost.

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The memory of Red Summer
was still fresh

on Memorial Day in 1922,

when official Washington
gathered on the Mall

to dedicate the new
Lincoln Memorial.

The organizers had invited a few
African-American lawyers,

professors,
and other dignitaries,

but many of them walked out
when they realized

they were being herded
to a segregated area,

back among the dirt and weeds.

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The fact that the dedication
of the Lincoln Memorial

was segregated is surprising
to us

until we actually think about
the moment in history

and what Washington, D.C.,
was like.

On the other side of the
violence of 1919,

with the country's redoubled
commitment to white supremacy,

segregation was so deeply
embedded

that it was hard to imagine
how it would be undone.

57 years after the end
of the Civil War,

Lincoln was still widely revered
among African Americans.

But over time,
white Americans had crafted

a very different memory of
Lincoln,

and of the Civil War itself.

By 1922, the narrative
of the Civil War

as a tragic break among
white men

in which enslaved people have no
speaking role...

that is firmly in place.

We'll get to the point
where people are saying

the Civil War was never
about slavery.

And so Lincoln as the
Great Emancipator

is gone out of the narrative.

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Lincoln will be remembered
in history

not as having freed men
from slavery,

President Harding
told the audience,

but as having kept
the Union intact.

By erasing emancipation,

the veneration of Lincoln
could be squared

with the subjugation
of Black Americans.

The only African-American
speaker that afternoon

was Dr. Robert Moton, the
president of Tuskegee Institute.

"This memorial is but
a hollow mockery,

Moton wrote in the draft
of his speech,

"a symbol of hypocrisy,

"unless we can make real
in our national life

the things for which he died."

But Moton's draft was censored
by the event's organizers.

Only a bland tribute
to Lincoln remained.

When the ceremony was over,
the U.S. Marine Band

struck up "My Country,
'Tis of Thee,"

and the crowd began
drifting away.

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The Black press was outraged
by the dedication,

and by the revision of history.

The "Chicago Defender"
urged African Americans

to boycott the Memorial;

"Pass the shrine by,"
it advised.

"Later on, let us dedicate that
temple thus far only opened."

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Following her harrowing
experience in Chicago,

Anderson threw herself

into a series of short concert
tours of the Upper South,

traveling with an accompanist

on a circuit of historically
Black colleges,

theaters, and churches.

We forget, or perhaps
we don't know,

that there were vibrant
Black communities

organized around
classical music,

and that there were
Negro symphony orchestras

and there were Negro
string quartets.

And people would organize
opera performances

with entirely Black audiences

and entirely Black musicians
performing.

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They didn't make a lot of money.

But at the same time they were

welcomed warmly and treated

with extreme respect
and commitment

by the audiences they had
in these settings.

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Music was her refuge.

So she cocooned herself on
one level.

But she was also a risk taker.

She had to support herself
and her family

in a time when there was
a dual legal system,

a dual political system,

and harsh segregation
and violence

against African Americans.

Being beaten up on the street,
of lynchings,

rape happened constantly
in the 1920s and '30s.

Her first time going to the
South, she couldn't sleep

because she'd heard stories

about white passengers

coming to the African-American
section of the train

and throwing passengers
out of the train.

And so she was terrified that
that could happen to her.

Early on, during those tours
when she was on trains,

the cars were dirty,
and didn't have a bathroom,

and they didn't have access
to food.

She went through the trenches.

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If Anderson was ever to move
beyond this grueling circuit,

she would need professional
training.

Despite her stunningly beautiful
voice,

Anderson knew that she couldn't
bring music to life

the way her idol Roland Hayes
did.

Roland Hayes sang in such
a convincing manner,

and with such beauty,
that each song had a picture,

whether it was in German
or French or Italian.

It might be a person who
is very distressed

or wild or something of the
sort,

or other things he did in such
a caressing manner.

You knew immediately what
the thing conveyed to you.

She wasn't about spectacle
or glamour.

And this music, German lieder,
that's so much about

interiority and the self,

it really fits with who she was.

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It took some work persuading
Giuseppe Boghetti

to even grant an audition;

he was one of the busiest vocal
coaches in the Northeast.

But Anderson quickly became
his star student.

Together they worked on
vocal projection,

agility, and balance.

Boghetti also introduced her
to the languages required

of a classical performer,
with one glaring exception:

Anderson learned not a word
of German,

the language of the lieder
she hoped to master.

Life wasn't all work.

Some afternoons a tall,
light-skinned, young Black man

came by the Anderson home.

He and Marian would listen
to records together

on his Victrola.

Orpheus Fisher came
from a well-to-do family

and was studying to be an
architect.

"I felt quite interested
that he was interested,"

Anderson recalled.

But then Orpheus caught Marian
by surprise.

He came along

and asked me one day if I would
run off with him and marry.

Well, the thought of it just
terrified me.

And I knew the things that
people do expect

when they get married.

I could see that I would have
to give up my work.

And I just wasn't prepared
for it.

She had the opportunity

to be a successful architect's
wife

or to take a risk and become
a career musician.

And that was not written
in stone at that point.

She was

deeply in love
with Orpheus Fisher

and could have easily imagined
settling down,

perhaps having children.

But instead, she made a choice
to pursue her career

in a world that was hostile
to Black women.

In fact, by the fall of 1923,

Anderson's career seemed to be
reaching a tipping point.

Her concert tours were getting
longer, fees were rising.

And most exciting of all,
she had received an invitation

from the Victor Talking
Machine Company.

Twenty years earlier phonographs
had been mere novelties;

a recording might sell
a few dozen copies.

But that changed in 1904,

when Victor recorded an Italian
tenor, Enrico Caruso,

singing what was called
"high-class music."

Three years later,

Caruso would sell a million
copies of a single aria,

Victor was one of the biggest
companies in the world,

and opera was mainstream.

The notion of being able to put
on a recording of a great artist

in your home was something
totally new.

So classical music
and classical artists

become much more popular.

This is a really profound
transformation.

It was really a part of
mass culture.

By the early 1920s,

record companies were
popularizing new styles

of music,
and targeting specific markets,

including racial
and ethnic groups.

So the artist and repertoire
department at Victor

was primed when they heard of
an exciting young Black singer.

On the 10th of December 1923,

Marian Anderson was led into
a recording studio

at Victor's New Jersey
headquarters,

where she positioned herself
in front of a recording horn

as the small orchestra crowded
in around her.

♪ Deep river ♪

♪ My home is over... ♪

Anderson always sang a group

of what were called Negro
spirituals in her concerts,

arrangements by Black composers
of the religious songs

that had given solace
to their forebears.

They had never before been
recorded

by a major American label.

What Marian Anderson did,

along with Roland Hayes
in the 1920s and '30s,

was really popularize
African-American spirituals

and bringing them to
white audiences.

At a time when Black women
and Black musicians

were just so denigrated,

she made this argument,

over and over again,

that African-American music
was worth celebrating,

and that it was just as elevated

as the music of Beethoven
or Mozart.

♪ Deep... ♪

She had a huge investment
in translating the dignity

of a people onto
the concert stage.

This was the sound and echo
of a rural and slave past,

confident,
strong, and imaginative,

a reflection of the people
to themselves.

Marian Anderson challenged
and broadened people's ideas

of what the souls of Black folk
looked and sounded like.

♪♪

Three months after her
recording session,

Anderson's first record was out.

She was hailed
by the Black press

as the greatest colored
contralto of her generation,

and she packed the Renaissance
Dance Hall in Harlem.

This was the pinnacle
of Black entertainment,

but Anderson wanted more.

The time had come, as she put
it, to take a plunge downtown.

The odds of an African-American
artist gaining a mainstream,

crossover audience were
vanishingly small,

but that is exactly

what Anderson had in mind.

She placed her bets on a concert

at New York's Town Hall
in April.

This, as far as the white press
was concerned,

would be her concert debut.

No sooner had Anderson begun
rehearsing

a highly ambitious program

than word came that Orpheus
had married another woman.

Anderson had been putting
Orpheus off for years,

but still the news hurt...

Not only was his new bride
wealthy, she was white.

Orpheus's pale skin made
it possible to pass for white.

Faced with his own challenges
as a budding architect,

he decided to do just that.

On the surface at least,

Anderson swept the pain aside,
as she always did.

"He had his life," she said,
"and I had mine."

Anderson threw herself into
the Town Hall rehearsals.

The promoter reported that
the tickets were selling out,

and Boghetti soothed her worries

about the four German lieder
she was to sing.

I am sure that I did not know
one word of German at the time.

Now the awkward part is that

your accents go in the
wrong places.

However Mr. Boghetti gave me
to believe

that it was not bad at all...

As a matter of fact,
he said it was fine.

On the evening
of April 10, 1924,

Anderson walked onstage
for her New York debut.

"I felt for all the world,"
she said, "like a prima donna."

She was sold a bill of goods,

that this was
a sold-out concert,

and that she would finally make
a debut to a packed house.

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It was definitely not
a packed house.

Anderson was stunned.

"All the enthusiasm that I had
built up

seemed to fall at my feet,"
she remembered.

The real problem came when she
sang the group of German lieder.

"Miss Anderson betrayed a sad
want of understanding

"of the deeper meanings
of the lyrics

and of lied interpretation,"
one critic wrote.

"She should devote more time
to study," wrote another,

"and less to the concert stage."

She was always used
to the glowing review.

Everywhere else she had sung,

whatever mistakes in grammar
or in breathing or in diction

that were made,
they were always excused.

But New York City, at Town Hall,

she was under a bigger
microscope

and the critics picked
her apart.

For 12 years, Anderson had
struggled to overcome the hurdle

that had been so casually
thrown up

by a Philadelphia music school.

She had been denied the
opportunity to study music,

and no amount of talent or hard
work could disguise the fact.

She retreated from the
music scene.

I didn't want to see music.

I didn't want to hear it.

I was pretty sure that I would
choose something else

as my life's ambition.

Anderson's seclusion
lasted for months,

until self-doubt gave way
to a new realization.

"Music was something that I sort
of had to do," she said.

"It wouldn't let me rest."

Her return to the grind of small
tours only convinced Anderson

that her future lay elsewhere.

♪♪

On the evening
of October 22, 1927,

Marian Anderson
gathered her bags,

made her way to the piers
on Manhattan's west side,

and boarded the Ile de France
as it sailed for England,

and a new beginning.

If she kept going as she did
in the United States,

she would only, sort of, have
access to certain music halls,

to certain teachers,
to certain audiences.

She was already starting
to see the successes

of other African-American
musicians in Europe.

Roland Hayes was already there,
and by 1924,

he was making about
$100,000 a year.

So why not go?

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The lack of formal education
in music

always dogged her in the back
of her mind...

That she wasn't good enough,

that she couldn't speak
different languages well enough,

that she didn't
know everything that

her white cohorts knew.

She decided to educate herself

where a Black person
could excel.

Anderson's journey began with

some time-honored rites
of passage

for American tourists abroad:
while still at sea,

she was insulted by one of the
ship's French waiters

for ordering her steak
very well done.

He looked at me in disgust,
she recounted, and said,

"You could never be the wife
of a Frenchman."

Anderson's first stop
was London, where Roland Hayes

had lined up teachers, housing,

and introductions.

Although the city was hardly

free of racism,
it wasn't so ubiquitous,

and rarely so dangerous,
as back home.

She could stay at any hotel.

She could walk into any shop

and not, sort of,
face harassment.

And then on top of that,

she's finding this really
vibrant,

active Black community.

London has its own
imperial history,

but that also means it has

other Black communities

and a fertile
and bubbling politics

of imperial critique
or Black solidarity.

Whether you buy into it or not,
you're exposed to it,

and it starts moving
blinders off

what you imagine Black folks
can do in the world.

There is this eye-popping sense
of possibility.

The entanglements of Anderson's
old life were slipping away.

Orpheus Fisher
had started writing again

after his first marriage
fell apart.

But for now,
his letters went unanswered.

♪♪

In London, and later in Berlin,

Anderson plunged into the
education

she had been denied at home.

Her use of her voice

became more sophisticated.

Her capacity to deal with
foreign language texts,

especially German,

was enhanced a lot.

In general,
she grew as an artist.

An edge came to her work that
hadn't been possible before.

She could do anything from a
much lower female vocal range

to the highest notes.

But the kind of home
of her voice

was in this lower range,

and that's what really made
her stand out.

This new Marian Anderson began
performing more frequently,

and audiences took notice.

♪♪

She goes to Finland and Sweden

and it was really quite amazing
how she caught on.

She just has this wild
following.

Anderson toured Scandinavia
for seven months non-stop,

116 concerts.

The papers called it
"Marian fever."

I love the idea of that,
in the early '30s

that people are catching
this fever.

She was almost in a different
city every day,

even giving multiple recitals
a day.

There were some things
in England

that did not feel
that different from America.

But in Scandinavia, I had the
feeling that I was very free

and absolutely at home.

Her time in Europe allowed
her to have

many experiences,
one of which is the opportunity

to come of age,

to get that backpack moment

where you get to explore
and just be.

♪♪

In May of 1934,
Anderson arrived in Paris,

still the capital of
European art,

and a far more intimidating
prospect

for a young artist than Helsinki
or Stockholm.

Anderson's first concert
there was poorly attended,

but then word began to spread.

♪♪

A second concert almost
sold out,

and the third was a sensation.

"It can safely be said,"
one critic wrote,

"that Marian Anderson triumphed
through sheer artistry."

♪♪

As further confirmation
that she had arrived,

in Paris, Anderson signed with

the most successful talent agent
in the world.

When she had approached
Sol Hurok a few years earlier,

he wasn't interested.

Now this rising star was
a very different proposition.

Sol Hurok was the most prominent
impresario of his day.

And they formed this very
trusting alliance.

He treated her with the kind

of dignity and respect
that she deserved.

♪♪

Anderson circled back through
Scandinavia,

then Warsaw, Vienna,

Prague, Leningrad, and Moscow.

Her career was booming,

she was making real money,
she was young and beautiful.

♪♪

There were so many men
following her around.

And she totally knew it.

There was definitely a baron.

And this might perhaps be
shocking,

but I think she kind of strung
him along.

So he just followed her around
like a lovesick puppy.

There are all kinds of different
accounts

of suitors everywhere
that she went.

We've kind of made Marian
Anderson out to be a saint

because she sort of presented
herself with so much dignity.

But she was a flesh and blood
woman.

She was a tall woman.

She had this lovely, coarse,
curly hair

that she would like to put in
finger wave curls of the 1920s.

And she kept that look,
basically,

most of her life.

Because it was sophisticated,
it was elegant, it was modest.

And there wasn't a day
that passed,

when she finally could
afford it,

that she didn't wear
red nail polish.

The recognition that she
received in Europe

just made a huge difference,

not only in her career,

but in her sense of herself.

She was no longer a struggling
girl from Philadelphia,

she was a singer of renown.

Suddenly she was a diva.

In June of 1934,

while Anderson was conquering
Paris,

17 of Germany's leading lawyers
gathered in Berlin

to draft a set of laws for
the country's new government.

♪♪

Adolf Hitler's Nazis had taken
power the previous year,

promising a new racial order.

The conference began with a
lengthy presentation

on the race laws of the
United States,

the one country,
Hitler had said,

that was making progress toward
his vision of a racist society.

America's implementation of
second-class citizenship

for non-whites, its laws on
racial classification,

intermarriage,

segregation and immigration,

were all studied and debated
by the men who were drafting

what became known as the
Nuremburg Race Laws.

You see Europe go from being

a place of possibility,
of ferment,

of unburdening and freedom,

to doors closing,
to things in the 1930s

that look like cousins
of Jim Crow.

♪♪

With the rise of the Nazi party

and with the rise of far-right
racism and nationalism,

being a person of color
in Europe

was becoming increasingly
difficult.

It's not just anti-Semitism
that's a problem,

even though that is, of course,
a real problem.

There's also the problem of
anti-Black racism on the ground.

Being a Black woman walking
around on the streets

just meant that you had a target
on your back all the time.

♪♪

By 1935 Anderson had been
effectively barred

from Germany for being
insufficiently Aryan,

and then excluded
from Austria's prestigious

Salzburg Music Festival.

A friend defied the authorities
by arranging for her to sing

in the ballroom of a
Salzburg hotel.

Anderson insisted
on keeping the date,

even though the last
Black singer who had performed

in the city had been run out
by Nazi thugs.

♪♪

Marian Anderson was never going
to have a place that she could

walk into without having
to really fight for it.

But her sense of being true
to herself,

of letting her actions and her
artistry speak for themselves,

is what I find most impressive
about her.

Marian Anderson is willing
to show up,

and she must show up,

to indicate that she is not
going to accept the terms

of social inequality,
of artistic inequality.

I think that says a lot
about who she was,

her insistence on demonstrating
her dignity

in the midst of such harsh
racial oppression and violence.

News of Anderson's concert
spread through Salzburg.

Anti-fascist musicians
made a point to attend.

It was a political gesture,

thumbing of their nose,
so to speak,

at the Salzburg Festival.

She's in front of, like,
the elite musicians.

Bruno Walter, Arturo Toscanini,

Lotte Lehmann... I mean, all of
these sort of huge superstars

are sitting front row
in her concert.

I mean, that's-that's wild.

Toscanini was the rock star
among conductors,

one of the towering figures in
the operatic scene of the time.

Toscanini was a compelling
personality on and offstage.

An outspoken critic of
Mussolini,

he refused to ever play
the fascist anthem,

even after being beaten
in the street

by supporters of the dictator.

And now he was waiting to hear
Marian Anderson.

"I was in quite a state
by the time

I went up on the stage,"
Anderson remembered.

"I knew that this was the
supreme offering,

one might hope to give."

♪ They crucified ♪

♪ My Lord ♪

♪ And he never... ♪

Hardly anybody in the audience
understood English well enough

to follow what she was saying,
a spectator wrote.

And yet the immense sorrow
was enough.

What Anderson did was outside
the limits of music.

Following her performance,
Anderson was flustered to see

Toscanini making his way through
the throng of admirers.

"What I heard today,"
he told her,

"one is privileged to hear once
in a hundred years."

In Sol Hurok's hands, it became
Marian Anderson's catchphrase:

from that day forward she would
be known as

the Voice of the Century.

At the end of 1935,

Anderson boarded
the Ile de France once more,

and sailed for home.

Her new manager, Sol Hurok,

had convinced the singer
to begin the homecoming tour

at New York's Town Hall,

where her career had nearly
ended 12 years before.

♪♪

"Let it be said at the outset,"
the "New York Times" proclaimed,

"Marian Anderson has returned
to her native land

"one of the great singers
of our time.

"In the last four years

"Europe has acclaimed this tall,
handsome girl.

It is time for her own country
to honor her."

Even the notoriously
self-critical singer

allowed herself a little praise:

"There were some songs,"
she admitted,

"which I definitely felt were
not badly done."

From New York,

to an emotional homecoming
concert in Philadelphia,

back to New York for a packed
show at Carnegie Hall,

Anderson was a sensation.

It must have been surreal.

She had been trying and working
so hard and for so long

to establish herself as a
serious artist

and then to have her career
kind of explode

and become even bigger than
perhaps she'd even imagined.

I think it was a whirlwind,

being catapulted into this
touring life

that was so different from the
life she'd had before leaving.

These were not the kind of

stay with someone who's part of
the church

and pay your own travel
challenges

she had faced earlier.

This was a much more kind of
elite and comfortable situation.

To come home

and see your face
in the "New York Times,"

and everybody knows your name
when you walk into a room,

I could imagine that was a time
that was heady.

At the age of 39,

Anderson was more famous
than ever,

billed, with a nod to Toscanini,
as the Voice of the Century.

She was rich, too.

In 1938 Anderson earned
$238,000,

while the average American
was making $7,000 a year.

But for all that,

she was still a second-class
citizen in her own country.

It's always good to have money,
right?

But she is still Black
and she is still a woman.

And so she is still

vulnerable to the pettiness,

to the dictates over where
she can perform

and where she can't perform.

Hurok would make all these
travel arrangements

so that she would be

less subject to the indignities

of Jim Crow travel in the
United States.

It didn't always work.

She would often eat meals
in her hotel room

so as not to have to navigate
the world

of segregated restaurants
in various places.

Everywhere she traveled in
America,

the color of Anderson's skin
shaped the way she ate, slept,

socialized, and worked.

In the South,
except for a few big cities,

she was limited to the
old circuit

of Black colleges and churches.

Elsewhere the practice of
segregation

was mind-numbingly complex.

♪♪

Segregation varied

from city to city, state
to state, decade to decade.

There were endless varieties.

A performer crossing a
state line

could go from one world
to another.

Many, many, many halls
and not just in the South,

were segregated, but they were
not all segregated

in the same way.

There were kind of two systems

known as horizontal and vertical
segregation,

meaning whether the hall was
kind of split down the middle...

or horizontal,

which is orchestra section
versus balcony section.

One way or another, every time
Anderson walked onstage,

she looked out over an audience

that had been sorted in some
fashion by race.

Marian Anderson was not somebody
who was ever very comfortable

speaking out on the profound
problems

of institutional racism in the
United States.

Her activism centered very much
on her musicianship,

on her insistence on

being understood and treated
as an artist

at a time when,
in the United States

and around the world,

there's such a strong denial
of Black creativity

and Black genius
and Black excellence.

♪♪

Anderson almost always
kept her guard up,

but she was moved to tears
onstage one evening,

while singing a spiritual.

♪ I've never been to heaven,
but I've been told ♪

♪ Trying to make heaven my home,
hallelujah ♪

The song is "I'm Trampin'."

♪ Trampin' ♪

♪ Trying to make heaven
my home ♪

Now, on that particular
occasion,

there were lots of things that
were bound up,

the things that were pleasant,

the things that might not have
been so pleasant.

And I saw an army of people who
were bowed down,

whose only solace...

whose only way of being free

was to march along on this road.

♪♪

In April of 1939,

there is a letter to the editor
in the "New York Times,"

written by someone in Houston.

And according to him,
when Anderson came onstage,

she politely looked at the white
side very quickly.

"Miss Anderson then turned
deliberately toward those

of her own race,"
the author continued,

"and bowed very low and long.

"It was the most beautiful
and most queenly gesture

I've ever seen."

Offering herself to that
white audience

with the minimum amount
of deference

versus offering herself
to the Black audience

in a kind of bow that says,
"I see you and I'm with you,"

you think, that speaks volumes.

It allows people to see a way

both to maneuver segregation
with dignity,

but also on some level to begin

flicking at its edges

so that it's not as fully intact
at the end of the evening

as it was at the beginning.

And I think that that is
strategic,

it's subtle,
and I think it's admirable.

In January of 1939,

while Anderson was away
on a concert tour,

a series of events began
unfolding in Washington

that would pull her
to the center

of the fight for civil rights,
and change her life forever.

♪♪

Prior to the tour,

Anderson had agreed to sing a
benefit for Howard University...

A bastion of Black culture
and activism...

On April 9, Easter Sunday.

Anderson performed a lot of
concerts at Black institutions

as a way of kind of maintaining
that connection

to Black audiences.

She had been the recipient
of so much support

from churches
and Black organizations.

Now she was kind of giving back.

The trick for
the administrators at Howard

was finding a venue that would
hold the kind of crowd

Anderson was sure to draw.

This is before
the Kennedy Center existed.

Big venues which were intended
to be concert halls

for the people had not yet
been built.

So that in Washington, D.C.,

for any major performer,

for a symphony orchestra,
an opera company,

anything of the sort,
Constitution Hall was it.

Constitution Hall had been built
in the late 1920s

by the Daughters of
the American Revolution

to host their annual
conventions.

When the D.A.R. wasn't using it,

the 3,700-seat venue was rented
to performers

they considered suitably
wholesome, cultured,

and white.

Segregation in
Washington theaters

and entertainment spaces was

pervasive but not consistent.

There were a lot of halls that
would allow Black performers,

but not Black audiences.

And then there were some halls
like Constitution Hall

that would only allow
white performers.

Howard University
decided to test

the D.A.R.'s whites-only policy,

hoping that they would make
an exception

for the highest-paid singer
in the world,

the Voice of the Century.

The rejection was both
commonplace and appalling.

Even by the standards
of Jim Crow,

the insult to Anderson
stood out.

The head of the
National Association

for the Advancement
of Colored People,

Walter White,
couldn't let it go.

♪♪

White had grown up in Atlanta

defined by law and custom
as colored,

despite his blond hair
and blue eyes.

But for White, any doubts
about his own identity

were burned away when he was
ten years old,

during the Atlanta Massacre
of 1906.

He writes in his autobiography
of mobs

advancing on his neighborhood,

advancing on his family home.

That, for him,

is a formative moment.

Walter White could have passed
out of

the travails and troubles
of African American-ness

if he chose to... but he didn't.

That kind of commitment to the
Black freedom struggle

and to Blackness itself
is really significant.

In 1918, when White was
24 years old,

he took a job with the NAACP
in New York.

The organization had been
created nine years earlier

by a small, interracial group
of reformers,

to promote social
and political equality.

But there were just six
full-time staff members

at the main office,
waging an unequal struggle

against white supremacy.

White played a unique role,

risking his life to expose
the depravity

at the heart of America's
racial order.

He would investigate lynchings

by passing as white.

And he would stay until people
really ran him out.

And then he would haul butt

to Washington or to New York
with eyewitness reports,

to document this incredibly
violent and shocking issue.

White chronicled
the Red Summer of 1919.

He'd been in Chicago to report
on the rioting

that enveloped Marian Anderson's
concert there.

During the Harlem Renaissance
of the 1920s,

White was at the heart of the
NAACP's campaign

to promote Black artists.

So he was in Town Hall that
night in the spring of 1925,

watched Marian Anderson endure
her painful setback.

He helped coax her back
to the stage then

by inviting her to sing at an
NAACP gathering.

As the years passed

and White took over the
leadership of the organization,

he continued to follow her
career, as he said,

"with more than ordinary
interest."

♪♪

So when Howard University called
about her concert

in the winter of 1939,
he was all ears.

Marian Anderson would have
appealed to Walter White

because her music was more
high art than low.

This wasn't race music,
this wasn't jazz.

It wasn't blues.

She spoke

across race lines in a way that
nicely dovetailed

with the NAACP's vision
of itself and its mission.

Although Anderson
embodied the NAACP's ideals,

her case wasn't tailor-made
for the organization.

Picking a public fight with
a well-connected,

private group was not
their line of work.

But the civil rights landscape

was being reshaped by
events overseas.

♪♪

By 1939, African Americans
were drawing parallels

between what they called
Nazi German Jim Crow laws

and Jim Crow laws in the
United States.

♪♪

New York.

100,000 parade in great protest

against Hitler's treatment
of the Jews in Germany.

Many European Americans

wanted to distance themselves
from Nazism,

which was on the rise within
Germany

and other parts of Europe.

And that, of course,
is a challenge because

the racist structures
within the United States

were not dissimilar

than Nazi Germany in 1939.

Think about the symbology of it
being Constitution Hall,

the fact that it's the Daughters
of the American Revolution.

You can sort of draw on it
rhetorically

to point out America's
hypocrisy,

to remind white Americans
of their stated ideals.

Marian Anderson is this
beautiful symbol

of what America could be
in a moment

when the politics of
anti-fascism

are playing in with the politics
of anti-racism.

The NAACP was in.

White started working the
phones.

It was a measure of his network

that one of his first calls was
to the White House,

and the D.A.R.'s most
illustrious,

most reluctant member.

By the late '30s,

Eleanor Roosevelt had a close
personal friendship

with Walter White.

So close that they would call
each other

Walter and Eleanor, which is
so rare for both of them.

Walter White knows that
Eleanor's ties

with the D.A.R.
are loose at best.

Eleanor did not even fill out

her own application to the
D.A.R.,

she just signed it.

So Walter White says,
"Okay, will you resign?

Will you resign?"

♪♪

Roosevelt turned down
White’s suggestion,

but lent her name to the cause,

kicking off a campaign
to pressure the D.A.R.

Secretary of the Interior
Harold Ickes

appealed to the D.A.R. directly,
as did Sol Hurok.

Meanwhile some of the most
famous musicians in the world...

At White's urging...
Began denouncing the D.A.R.,

and the controversy surfaced
in the press.

"Constitution Hall stands almost

in the shadow of the
Lincoln Memorial,"

the "Washington Times-Herald"
declared,

"but the Great Emancipator's
sentiments

"are not shared
by the Daughters.

Prejudice rules to comfort
Hitler."

Still, there was no response
from the Daughters.

The Daughters of the
American Revolution

had every reason
to feel invulnerable.

A whites-only policy was hardly
unusual in Washington.

♪♪

Not only were most performance
spaces segregated,

so were schools, hotels,
movie theaters, restaurants,

the federal government itself.

Segregation was ubiquitous
in the nation's capital.

Protests were rare
and usually ineffective.

Besides, as a private
organization,

the Daughters
were legally entitled

to run Constitution Hall
as they saw fit.

So even as Walter White
was readying

an assault on the D.A.R.,

Marian Anderson's concert
was no great concern

to its new president,
Sarah Robert.

Sarah Robert

was to be our Golden Jubilee
President General.

She was to manage a great
celebration for three years

marking 50 years of D.A.R.
service to America.

I don't think that she could
possibly have seen

what was about to occur.

♪♪

- By the time the D.A.R.
- board met on February 1,

the situation was escalating.

"I think we will ask to have
the doors closed,"

Robert told the 40 women
present.

"The question we are about
to take up

is a very serious problem."

Robert didn't voice her opinion
on the matter,

but the manager of Constitution
Hall, Fred Hand, did,

and left a written account
of his thoughts.

"The organization is trying to
wreck the way of American life,"

he said of the NAACP.

"The National Society must not
be weak enough

to submit to intimidation."

The issue was decided
by secret ballot:

39 of the 41 women voted to
retain the whites-only policy.

♪♪

Two weeks after the vote,

the D.A.R. issued a
press release that implied

it was simply conforming
to municipal law.

Even within the D.A.R.,

there is often a lot
of confusion

and misinformation.

It was not the law of the
District of Columbia,

nor of the United States.

As disappointing as it is to us,
this was a policy.

It was a policy choice

by the Daughters of the
American Revolution.

If there is a case study

on how not to handle
controversy,

it's the way the D.A.R. handled
Marian Anderson in 1939.

♪♪

By the end of February

the NAACP's campaign
was floundering.

Not only was the D.A.R.
immovable,

they'd been vindicated

when the Board of Education
barred Anderson from performing

in the auditorium of a
whites-only high school.

Above all,
the NAACP had failed to generate

any interest outside of
Washington, D.C.

But on the 27th of February,

almost two months after the
controversy began,

the situation
was completely transformed.

First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt,

an honorary member
of the D.A.R.,

announced in her nationally
syndicated newspaper column

that she had resigned from
the organization in protest.

That column then makes

the Marian Anderson
concert national.

Eleanor Roosevelt

turned the discrimination that
Marian Anderson encountered

from the D.A.R.
into a public conversation

on talent and race and justice.

♪♪

Marian Anderson first learned
of Roosevelt's move

when she noticed a headline
while on her way

to a rehearsal in San Francisco.

Nobody had bothered to alert her

to the two-month-old
controversy.

"I made no decisions in what
they were doing," she said.

Suddenly a crowd of reporters
wanted answers.

"I'm shocked to be barred
from the capital

of my own country,"
Anderson recited from a script

Hurok had written,
"after having appeared

"in almost every other capital
of the world.

"For details of the case,

please refer to my manager
in New York."

In the wake of Roosevelt's
resignation,

the D.A.R. came under
withering assault.

Some felt that while the
condemnation was well-earned,

the rest of white society
was getting a pass.

"If Mrs. Roosevelt took out
after everything

like that in Washington D.C.,"

writer and activist
Zora Neale Hurston wrote,

"she would be hollering
night and day.

"Restaurants, theaters...

"everything in downtown
Washington practices Jim Crow.

"I can't recall that
Mrs. Roosevelt

"campaigned mightily against
those places,

as she did against the D.A.R."

I do think Eleanor Roosevelt
did a good thing.

But when she went after
the D.A.R.,

Hurston was quick to name

the hypocrisy of holding one
person up

while letting everybody
else off.

The story of Marian Anderson
and the D.A.R.

ran in the papers,
week after week.

Already it was a huge victory
for the NAACP,

but still, there was nowhere
for Anderson to sing.

At the beginning of March,

Walter White had an inspiration

that transcended the
whole debate:

a free outdoor concert
at the Lincoln Memorial.

It had been 17 years since
the Memorial opened

with a segregated ceremony and
an homage to white supremacy.

Now Marian Anderson would
rededicate it as a monument

to freedom and justice,

to the better angels
of our natures.

On March 13 the board of the
NAACP ratified White's proposal.

But nobody had any idea how to
get permission for such an event

from the federal government...
Nobody had ever tried.

Once again, White leaned
on his connections:

Harold Ickes, a longtime ally

and now FDR's
Secretary of the Interior,

took the matter straight
to the White House.

"She can sing from the top
of the Washington Monument

if she wants to,"
President Roosevelt replied.

Hurok made the announcement

to the "New York Times"
on the 21st of March.

It was three days later

that Walter White finally
told Marian Anderson about it.

She was given the choice
of backing out,

but that train had all
but left the station.

"Regardless of my feelings in
the matter," she later recalled,

it would not have been
right to run away from it."

♪♪

She's no dummy, right?

Because she understands
the utility of it to the NAACP

and perhaps to African Americans
more broadly.

But that doesn't necessarily
mean that

it's doing much for her, right?

On some level,
it's not her story.

Anyone's bound to feel
ambivalent

about not being the protagonist
in their own life.

♪♪

Nobody knew what to expect;

there had never been an occasion
like this before.

But now it was thrilling just
to be there,

to catch the first sight
of the Lincoln Memorial,

to become one with the crowd
and watch it grow,

to feel the strength

in its numbers.

At some point on that

Easter Sunday,
it became one of the largest

gatherings ever in the
nation's capital,

eclipsing the mark set
15 years earlier

by a rally of the Ku Klux Klan.

Howard University did
a great job

in terms of getting the
word out.

The NAACP,

the mine workers,
the Pullman Porters,

all of these organizations
spread the word

in very traditional ways.

There was great outcry in the
press, in part framed

to say, "Come and protest
this discrimination

because the United States should
not be associated with Nazism."

♪♪

The concert stays on
the front pages of newspapers

in the country for six weeks.

And it's positive press
coverage.

Most southern newspapers
editorialized in support of it.

I mean, just, that’s stunning.

Anderson had come here for the
sound check earlier in the day;

had tried out the microphones,
looked out over the empty Mall.

But when she was driven back
for the concert,

the sight of the crowd
took her breath away.

I had such a feeling
that I had never had before.

I just couldn't say anything.

And I remember that there were

policemen who came to the car
and escorted me to the monument.

We went into a little room
behind there.

You know, she'd sung to three,
4,000, you know, maybe 5,000.

But this is 75,000 people.

And they'd been standing outside

for hours.

♪♪

Anderson would be
surrounded onstage

by 200 public figures
who had signed up

as co-sponsors of the event,
ranging from

Supreme Court Justice Hugo Black

to movie star Tallulah Bankhead.

Then came the signal
that we were to go out.

My heart was throbbing
to the point

that I could scarcely
hear anything.

She steps down those stairs,

and she lifts her head up, and
she begins to look out on

the sea of people.

The diversity in that crowd

was astonishing.

She looks very majestic,

but she seems very small
against this

vast, vast white background
of this

hyper-symbolic space.

The anticipation must have been

beyond anything we could
imagine.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

We're speaking to you from the
steps of the Lincoln Memorial

in the nation's capital from
which point

the National Broadcasting
Company brings you

a song recital by the gifted
Marian Anderson,

considered by music critics
throughout the world...

You had this fear of,

"Oh, my God...
Look at the people."

And this irrational hope
that's placed on her.

And you could see

from the films that when she
closes her eyes,

you know, and takes that

first deep breath...

♪ My country 'tis of thee ♪

♪ Sweet land of liberty,
to thee we sing ♪

♪ Land where my fathers died ♪

♪ Land of the pilgrim's pride ♪

♪ From every mountainside ♪

♪ Let freedom ring ♪

♪♪

"The moment Miss Anderson
started to sing,"

one newsman recounted,

"there descended upon the
multitude a reverent silence."

Can you just imagine

standing amongst 75,000 people
at the Lincoln Memorial,

in 1939, looking at
a Black woman singing?

It's stunning, right?

No matter who you were,

that moment must have felt
amazing.

♪ I'm trampin' ♪

♪ Trying to make Heaven
my home ♪

She sang of her citizenship as
a person in the United States.

And she sang of her citizenship
as a Black woman.

♪ Hallelujah, I'm trampin' ♪

Singing the songs of
the Negro spiritual.

If that ain't a Easter Sunday
message, then what is?

She arose, y'all!

♪ Trying to make Heaven
my home ♪

When she was done,
and on the verge of tears,

Anderson spoke to the crowd
for the first and only time.

"My dear friends," she said,

"I am so overwhelmed
that I cannot express myself.

"I hope you will ever find
me grateful

"for the wonderful things
you have done for me.

Please try to imagine
all the things I cannot say."

♪♪

Within a few days,
there'll be another lynching,

or there'll be the next thing.

But I think it's also true that
Marian Anderson's concert

makes clear the potential
for using publicity

to point out America's
hypocrisy,

to shame white Americans into

living up to their
stated ideals.

Like, it's not the only
strategy,

but coupled with other things,
it is an effective one.

It is inspiration
for other generations

of African American civil rights
activists,

imagining how they might use
these strategies

again in the future.

What this said to the NAACP is

that you can have power
outside the courts.

You can have power outside
a lobbying effort

in the halls of Congress.

That if you build the right
alliances, and you use media

in a new way,
you will begin to have

a new audience,
a wider audience.

Marian Anderson helps
set the stage

for a new conversation
about freedom.

By the early 1950s,

the privations of Anderson's
youth were a distant memory.

She was happily married

to her longtime suitor,
Orpheus Fisher.

Days were spent around the pool
at their Connecticut estate,

or hosting family and friends.

♪♪

Anderson was an avid fan of
Jackie Robinson's Dodgers.

When they were playing she could
be found, by her own account,

yelling at the television set
like mad.

Life was easier,
but not always simple.

In all the years since
the Lincoln Memorial concert,

she had never discussed it with
anyone outside her inner circle.

She skirts the issue

or she finds other ways
of really not commenting

on the controversy itself.

It's fascinating that she could
find ways of avoiding it.

The added responsibilities
that this placed on her

must have had both
a joyful component

and a huge toll at the
same time.

This is not a concert
that you can ever escape.

It makes her a celebrity in the
United States in the way that

even a lot of successful tours
and concerts

never could have done.

But it also puts this layer
of political meaning

onto everything that she does.

They say, "Now this is the lady
I was telling you about,"

or "This is Marian Anderson."

"Now shake hands with her
and you can always say

that you shook hands with
Marian Anderson."

♪♪

Although Anderson
was still lionized,

especially by older Americans,

a new generation was energizing
the civil rights movement,

young people who hadn't been
scarred by Red Summer,

who were frustrated
by the pace of change,

and skeptical of their elders.

Some found that her reticence
was no longer acceptable;

her wealth and comfort bred
resentment

rather than admiration.

In 1951, as part of an NAACP
campaign to end segregation

in performance spaces, Anderson
and other Black artists

were asked to stop playing
in segregated venues.

Anderson refused.

"Miss Anderson's policy
in past years,

Hurok and Anderson explained,

"has resulted
in a vast improvement

"in the relations between
Negro and white

"in the Southern states,

"and has brought the problem
of segregation

"closer to a real solution
than would have been the case

if she had followed
more militant tactics."

♪♪

She was born in 1897,
and grew up at a time

when it was expected that
an African-American woman,

particularly middle-class,

would hold herself with dignity,
with composure,

a very even-keeled personality.

And if one was outspoken,

one ran certain risks
of violence

and limited opportunity.

For Anderson,

the threat had been driven home
in 1942, when Roland Hayes...

Her lifelong mentor,

and still one of the most famous
Black people in America...

Was beaten by police

after his wife and daughter

accidentally sat
in the white section

of a shoe store in Georgia.

But for the NAACP,

the battle against segregated
entertainment was crucial.

Despite the dangers,
celebrities were expected

to play their part.

"The people of the South
are proud of Marian Anderson,"

a field secretary wrote
Walter White,

"but she should not surrender
to segregation,

"lest she destroy
some of the love

these young people have
for her."

In January 1951, the NAACP

boycotted Anderson's concert
in Richmond, Virginia.

Only then did she agree
to join the campaign.

It's a painful experience.

The scene is shifting
really fast

and kind of staying ahead of it
must have been tricky.

Just finding ways
to keep performing,

and to stick to your principles.

There's always this question
with these people

who are extraordinary

and who are conscripted
on some level

into these broader freedom
struggles,

whether it's enough to let their
talent do their work.

Some found Anderson's reticence
disappointing,

but to others it made
her the ideal agent of change.

In 1955,
Anderson was 58 years old,

no longer in her prime vocally,

and she had never performed
in an opera.

But 16 years after the D.A.R.
controversy,

the management of New York
City's Metropolitan Opera

had decided that it was time
to break the color bar,

and they were looking for
the most respected,

least controversial candidate.

♪♪

Marian Anderson's debut
at the Metropolitan Opera

in January of 1955
was a very big deal.

The Metropolitan Opera
was then 75 years old.

No singer of color had ever
been featured

on its stage previously,

despite lots of lobbying,

lots of attempts to get them to
change their whites-only policy.

A lot started to change
after that moment.

Although Anderson would continue
to perform for another decade,

the Met debut was the capstone
of her career.

Younger stars were taking
center stage.

♪♪

In the civil rights movement,
too,

the torch was passing to a
new generation.

The year that began
with Anderson's Met debut

ended with emergence of
26-year-old

Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.
Onto the national scene.

As we the Negro citizens
of Montgomery, Alabama,

do now and will continue
to carry on our mass protest.

King had listened to Anderson's
Easter Sunday concert

on the radio when he was
ten years old.

He had commemorated
it in a high school essay.

Now, though King embraced
tactics

that Anderson had described
as militant,

he revered her still.

So in August 1963,
when King's allies were involved

in planning a
march on Washington,

they reached out to Anderson.

"The entire committee,"
the NAACP's Roy Wilkins wrote,

"unanimously decided that
an invitation to sing

"be extended to you

for this historic occasion."

♪♪

It's no accident that
Martin Luther King

picks the exact spot that
Marian Anderson used

to deliver the
"I Have a Dream" speech.

Those two people,
planting their separate two feet

in the exact same square

on the steps of the
Lincoln Memorial

make it forever the shrine
of racial justice.

♪♪

Marian Anderson was that iconic
figure that you could look to

and you could say that because
of what she was able to achieve,

people could hope
that they could

achieve their own greatness.

How can we make space for

different modes of activism,

different modes of advocacy
and agency,

especially for Black women?

These kinds of moments,
these kinds of demonstrations,

provide us today with a rich
history that we can claim.

We can sort of follow in their
footsteps and in their path

to sort of break new ground.

The work was unfinished in 1939.

It is unfinished today,
but you keep going.

Marian Anderson

understood the power of her
presence.

She understood

in a very personal way

the history and symbolism
that she carries.

What Marian Anderson
is going to say is

my voice is as worthy

if not better than any other
voice in my field

and I must be heard.

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