Grazing the Internets this weekend is to follow intimate, overheard snippets in the shaping of a legacy. So I compile what the people are saying in a downright tsunami of link love, the hours well spent.
Studs Terkel 1912-2008
“The thing that horrifies me is the forgetfulness.”
He won a Pulitzer Prize for listening to other people’s thoughts, fears and dreams
which he called guerrilla journalism
but writer Garry Wills described as “underdog-ism”
whose searching interviews with ordinary Americans helped establish oral history as a serious genre
married for 60 years to a beautiful woman named Ida
Studs relied on Ida for, well, almost everything
When Ida grew older she refused to use a cane, “because I fall so gracefully”
he was envious that her FBI file was thicker than his own.
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He chronicled the lives of almost everyone who mattered–the hundreds include Martin Luther King, Bob Dylan, Woody Allen, Toni Morrison. Just as important, he chronicled the lives of those who officially didn’t matter, and in doing so made us understand they did.
He searched for the decency in everyone
coaxed extraordinary tales out of nobodies
shined a light on the kinds of people that most people look right through
completely free of sociological claptrap, armchair revisionism and academic moralizing
The result — a series of oral histories — was the poetry of ordinary people, shot through with desperation, hatred, love, dreams realized and lost
It would be wrong to say Terkel was colorblind…he was deeply curious, deeply intrigued with all colors of the rainbow…not afraid of other cultures…the only white writer to be inducted into the International Literary Hall of Fame for Writers of African Descent at Chicago State University… The approval vote was unanimous.
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Our Boswell, our Whitman, our Sandburg
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Bughouse Square, the park across the street from the Newberry Library that was home to all manner of soap box orators.
“Scatter us there,” he said, a gleeful grin on his face. “It’s against the law. Let ’em sue us.”