A remarkable and breathtaking hour of radio; only radio could have pulled-off this conversation with Grace Lee Boggs concentrating on the words and music of her life rather than the images. I've heard of Grace and Jimmy for many years. I was an activist (small "a") during my teens and young adulthood in the 50s, 40s and early 70s. I remember how our neighborhood Corona-East Elmhurst (Queens, NY) NAACP mobilized to support our brothers and sisters in the south and their boycott of Woolworth's because its lunch counters did not serve Black folks. I remember, at the tender age of 14, how connected I felt to my neighbors and the wider community; I remember making connections between my home in Queens NY and other Black folks far away.
I remember going south that summer (1960) with my father to visit my grandmother's home; I remember chastising my father, a radical himself, when he entered a Woolworth's in downtown Suffolk to purchase some item --- somyhing he could have found easily somewhere else.
I remember marching with Dr. King in 1967 at the United Nations. I remember then that he pointed the way from Civil Rights to Human Rights. I remember, like us all, the day he died some 4 years after Malcolm X; I remember thinking whether we would ever recover from these losses.
Folks like Jimmy and Grace Boogs have been a beacon of hope for many of us. And today, when a crisis for human rights appears to have global implications, I'll try to keep the Chinese character that Grace referred to in her conversation uppermost in my mind: The character denoting "crisis" means both "danger" and "opportunity".
Thank you, Grace, and happy Chinese New Year!
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