Calvin Earl
I Travel The Back Roads Of America In Search Of The Elements Of Peace In Our Musical Heritage & History.

21st CENTURY AFRICAN AMERICAN SPIRITUALS

African American spirituals in the 21st century are dependent upon all of us to keep their sound alive. The deep roots of our American oral history & original music invite you to connect with others to honor the gifts from our ancestors by sharing Our Stories, Our History and Our Music with the world. Knowledge is power. By sharing this vibrant rich music & the oral history of our American roots with the world we can overcome the obstacles that for years have kept this information underground.

You see, after slavery ended our slave brothers and sisters wanted to forget everything that reminded them of slavery and that included their spirituals. We can all understand why. But by giving up the spirituals they had created during slavery to find inner strength, safety, courage and that connection to the power that created us all, now the freed slaves, and every generation after that would succumb to those external voices that would have us believe the thoughts, if you are a descendant of the people who were labeled with the word slave you aren’t good enough, you aren’t smart enough, and you are less than perfect. The truth is, we are all people in spite of any label we have been given. It is how we perceive ourselves that is the measure of the man. It is deeply concerning that the original intention & sound of the spirituals will be lost forever, just like the 6000+ fragments of these songs housed in the Library of Congress that will never be heard in their entirety if we don’t join together and tell our story.

Thankfully in 2007 the US Congress unanimously passed Twin Resolutions to honor our American slave brothers and sisters for their contributions to our nation with our deepest gratitude and respect and recognize the African American Spirituals as a National Treasure. Join the social community, to share the gifts of your ancestors, and the spirituals your grandmother used to sing to you with all of us. Stop by my website and share your stories, I’d love to hear from you! Watch the video to see my own journey and what it took to secure the spirituals as an American national treasure in 2007.

THE SPIRITUALS TRANSCEND AMERICA’S REFLECTION OF HISTORY

In historical context, the spirituals transcended and survived societies one sided reflection of history in a time period that would not allow the slaves who created the spirituals to have a voice. Therefore the essence and secret intent of the spirituals were hidden in plain view in order to preserve and document the history of the slaves existence in America. We all have the need to feel valued and know that at the very least our collective story will remain for future generations to study. The slaves were no different, they just couldn’t tell their story out right in their life time for the world to see. They were depending on each other orally to keep their history alive for future generations. Although we don’t know the individual names of the slaves who created these beautiful spiritual songs, the spirituals represent one of the deepest raw expressions of the human spirit ever created on American soil or the world for that matter. What is so important about preserving the spirituals is not only what these songs did for our nation but also recognizing the enormous contributions the slaves in America made to ensure the birth of our nation. We must never forget the strength and courage of our slaves brothers and sisters who actually survived the atrocities and dehumanization of slavery. And once free were faced with a new set of unjust American laws meant to continue to dehumanize a people for the color of their skin. As survivors, unfazed and unbroken they took the fight for justice forward.

Many American heroes have expressed the value and importance of the old spirituals and what the songs meant to them. In his book, Why We Can’t Wait. Dr Martin Luther King Jr. stated “An important part of the mass meetings was the freedom songs. In a sense the freedom songs are the soul of the movement. They are more than just incantations of clever phrases designed to invigorate a campaign; they are as old as the history of the Negro in America. They are adaptations of the song the slaves sang— the sorrow songs, the shouts for joy, the battle hymns and the anthems of our movement. I have heard people talk of their beat and rhythm, but we in the movement are as inspired by their words. “Woke Up This Morning with My Mind Stayed on Freedom” is a sentence that needs no music to make its point. We sing the freedom songs today for the same reason the slaves sang them, because we too are in bondage and the songs add hope to our determination that “ We shall overcome, black and white together, We shall overcome someday.”

The famous musician, composer, & music producer Quincy Jones stated, “A lot of history is in the words, and some words don’t mean what you think. The true history of Blacks is not in the history books but in our music”. For additional information visit https://www.calvinearl.com

SACRED VOICES OF ALL OUR ANCESTORS, NOT JUST SOME.

Are we forgetting and leaving out some of the sacred voices of all our ancestors? When you don’t know your history, you don’t know your ancestors fortitude, or their inspiring determination to get right back up when they failed, or their triumphs, or their powerful spirit that succeeded in overcoming the impossible in a flat world of boundaries and limitations. If we don’t know where we came from how can you possibly know who you are or where you are going? The intention of our nation as a democracy was for all people in our nation to live free, and have the right to pursue “those truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness”.

The real truth is, from the beginning of this “great experiment” just staying alive, finding fresh water to drink, food to eat, shelter from the elements, and a spirit so strong to build a new nation it took an immeasurable amount of determination, courage and working together to accomplish their goals. All our ancestors together endured unspeakable hardships, no matter how they got here willingly or by force. These ordinary folks worked hard, and sacrificed much to build this nation and when greed and corruption set in, they set out to correct the greed of a few and abolish the evil institution of slavery that threatened the very foundation of the values this nation was built on. All our ancestors gave us our fundamental God given freedoms as human beings including our slave brothers and sisters, the abolitionists, the founding fathers, pilgrims, the Revolutionary War patriots, the Union Army soldiers, and yes even the Confederate soldiers who fought but lost a lifestyle of values that served only a few citizens not the values we set forth as a new nation.

Our ancestors built a nation where we value the ideals that no human beings are less or more than another, because we believe each person’s creative and inventive ideas and contribution will make the world a better place for all of us. Regardless of whether the immigrants who came to America willingly or by force they all gave their blood, sweat and tears to build a nation for, of and by the people. The American story is not a black story or a white story, it is a ‘WE THE PEOPLE’ story. They all built a country together because their lives depended on it. I don’t know about you but I believe today we have a lot more work to do. Slavery has turned into racism, not freedom’s song. There is no reason for any of us to be slaves to corporate greed and fear mongering that would choose to divide us as a nation and make the world unfit to live in. We all belong to one race: THE HUMAN RACE. We are better together as a united nation, knowing this country belongs to all of us and it is our diversity that gives us pride, strength and an innovative edge to breakdown the boundaries that challenge us today. We must honor all of our ancestors, not just some. We are following in the footsteps of extraordinary human beings who took a bold and courageous idea and chose to believe in the kindness and loving nature of the human spirit and that our Creators unalienable Rights belong to all of us together as Americans.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY! I LOVE YOU DAD(RIP)

Dear Dad,
Happy Father’s Day. If we are completely honest with each other and keep no secrets between us, our relationship as father and son wasn’t an easy one. We had unfinished emotional wounds that still needed healing when you died. Not having an opportunity to heal before you passed on, for me it took letting go and letting God help me on my journey. After much soul searching, I realized that the truth is I loved you. And loving you and being thankful you were my Dad, allowed me to love myself and be proud of who I am and where I came from. Although our relationship as father and son was never easy, I know you did your very best and I thank you for that. I know your life’s journey was not an easy one. You learned the hard way, that when you make bad decisions early on in life, it can take the wind out of your sails, but you didn’t give up which is a testament to your strength and courage. You turned your life around when you made a life with my beautiful Mother, and that is something you can be proud of. Times were never easy, you worked at different jobs to help keep a roof over our heads. I remember you picking cotton, shaking peanuts, and priming tobacco. You worked as a logger in the Great Dismal Swamp, an auto mechanic, and any odd job that came your way to help feed your family. But what you most liked to do was preach about how finding God changed your life forever, and sadly the money you made preaching would barely pay for the gas to get to and from a church. But you loved it, and that’s what mattered. Although it was a rare day to see you smiling, I always loved and appreciated those moments, and I’d like to share a few of those moments with you now.

Do you remember when I was 9 years old, you used to drive me to the radio station early Sunday mornings in Boykins, VA, so that I could play my guitar live on the radio? Remember how the radio DJ used to shout out with fever pitched excitement in his voice telling his listeners, “I wish you could see “Baby Calvin” playing that guitar, aahhh man, that little boy can really play that guitar”? He used to make me laugh inside when he said that, I thought he was funny, I could see you smiling too, as our eyes met as you watched me play. Funny how those radio segments brought me so much attention and even brought Mahalia Jackson and other famous groups to our church, including James Brown sending a representative in Roduco, NC to meet me. That was really cool.

One of the things I loved about going to those radio performances was the time we spent together when we were driving to and from the radio station. We’d climb into your two-toned green and white Ford Edsel with those ‘maypop’ tires you used to buy and we’d drive to the station. I would have my guitar in hand playing along while you sang and drove us down the road, just the two of us. You seemed so happy in those moments, and I liked those moments too. I suppose every boy longs for those moments of happiness with their Dad, I’m so grateful to have had such wonderful moments with you.

I know you and Mom had your hearts set on me becoming a minister, but Dad it just wasn’t my calling. It was nothing against you, but for me becoming a minister just wasn’t right for me. I knew I wanted to play music and I loved to play all kinds of music, and I knew you didn’t approve of that. I also liked to play sports, and in high school although I didn’t tell you, because you told me I couldn’t play sports because that’s not what a minister would do, I went against your wishes, I tried out anyway for high school track and field. My coach gave me a spot on the team after tryouts. He had me race in the 440. I actually loved that race. In 1967 at regional’s I ran the 440 in 46.9 seconds. My coach was so proud of me. I won several trophies, but it was always a bittersweet moment for me when I would win, because I couldn’t share it with my parents. When I left home to enter the military in 1972, I started playing music outside of church. I formed a rhythm and blues band I named the “Elements Of Peace”. We played at events, officer clubs on the Fort Ord Military base where I was stationed and we even got some radio play in San Francisco, California.

Today, I am a storyteller, musician, and documentary filmmaker. I am doing the work I love to do. I created a one-man show on the history of the spirituals, so I still get to sing the spirituals we loved singing together Dad. My work has given me the opportunity to travel and meet some wonderful folks along the way. I got to meet and talk about the spirituals with Barack Obama, who would become our first black President. He co-sponsored legislation I put forth to the US Congress in Twin Resolutions to honor our slave ancestors contributions to our nation, and recognize the African American Spirituals as a National Treasure. In June of 2008 President George W. Bush gave me a Presidential Proclamation honoring my work as a musician “celebrating the extraordinary talents and creativity of African-American singers, musicians and composers whose achievements have enriched our culture and enhanced our lives.” The tradition for honoring African American artists was started on June 7, 1979 by then President Jimmy Carter who formally designated the month of June as a time to honor the musical contributions of African Americans, and to annually designate the month of June as Black Music Month. And as luck would have it, I even got to meet and perform for President Jimmy Carter, several times at his historical site and private events in Plains, GA. I’ve even gone to church a couple of times with the President and Rosalynn Carter.

One day Dad, I’ll have to tell you the story about the bear…….

With gratitude and love,
Calvin

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