An email I received on August 28 from the National Museum of African American History and Culture was titled: How today’s date changed America again and again. Yeah, I know – it refuses to be ordinary.
“Marked by eventfulness, it appears and reappears across nearly two centuries of history’s most complex turning points, carrying with it profound grief and extraordinary hope, sometimes simultaneously.
“On that day in 1955, 14-year-old Emmett Till was murdered in Mississippi, a crime that ignited the modern Civil Rights Movement.” I’ve been writing about Emmett Till every five years since I started this blog, most recently in 2025.
“Eight years later, at the historic March on Washington, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and invited the nation to imagine a more just future together.” I have written about many MLK speeches; most of them are quite powerful. Admittedly, the “I have a dream” portion of the 1963 speech has become a cliché and/or manipulated to change its meaning, while the earlier parts are largely forgotten.
“And in 2008, Sen. Barack Obama became the first African American to accept a major party nomination for president of the United States on the same day when Dr. King told America about his dream 45 years earlier.
“All on August 28. History has had a way of returning to this day.”
I didn’t know this part
“As the National Museum of African American History and Culture prepared for its anticipated opening in 2016, Founding Director Dr. Lonnie G. Bunch III wanted the journey of everyone who entered to begin with a story. He commissioned Oscar-nominated filmmaker Ava DuVernay to create an introductory film that would welcome visitors into what he has often called ‘the people’s Museum.’
“The invitation, DuVernay later said, was unlike any she had ever received. Dr. Bunch gave her unrestricted trust to tell a story she believed everyone needed to experience as they crossed the Museum’s threshold. Given that freedom, she chose not to tell four centuries of history chronologically. Instead, DuVernay—a self-described history buff—centered her film on one extraordinary date that fascinated her.
“August 28: A Day in the Life of a People is a 22-minute meditation on the magnitude of African American history, told in moments knitted together with poetry, performance and memory. Featuring an ensemble cast of luminaries including Don Cheadle, Regina King, Angela Bassett, Lupita Nyong’o and David Oyelowo, the film traces pivotal moments across generations to reveal how history’s greatest triumphs and deepest tragedies share the same page on the calendar.
“Its indelible imagery reflects the mission of the Museum. Each object, photograph, oral history, and work of art preserved here is another thread in that shared story.”
If I did this correctly, you should be able to see the film HERE. And while you’re at it, visit the National Museum of African American History and Culture as it celebrates its tenth anniversary if you can. Meanwhile, check out the NMAAHC YouTube page.
The hardest thing about writing about our week at Chautauqua was figuring out how to order it. After the weekend there, I ended up with categories. More people talking could have been labeled miscellany, but that seems dismissive.
Monday July 22nd 3:30 PM
I tried to go to Islam 101: Koran and what it says about other faiths at the Hurlburt church, the Methodist Church. Alas, a group of us realized it had been inaccurately posted on the calendar. It had taken place earlier in the season but no longer. So, I had to look to see what else I might do. At that very same time, there was a discussion on the courageous conversations on death and dying by Shadid Aziz, MD, not to be confused with the New Jersey dentist or the Pakistani military leader. Oddly enough, it was in the Presbyterian House Chapel, where I just came from.
Some of the discussion concerned advanced care planning for the end of life in the inpatient setting and a similar item for outpatient. The three questions are: to establish minimum living goals for supporting life by artificial means. For example, what is the minimum level of mental functioning that is acceptable to you with the help of life-prolonging treatments? What is the minimum level of physical functioning acceptable to you with similar treatments? What life-prolonging treatments are you willing to use or not indefinitely or for a trial period if they can get you to your minimum acceptable level of functioning? Dr. Aziz says as a physician, you alwayswork off the patient’s baseline function. If you do not know the baseline, you do not know the possible goals.
The gift of palliative care
I liked the talk so much that I bought his 2018 book Courageous Conversations on Dying. Here are some chapter titles: Basic Rules for Having Courageous Conversations and Giving Bad News; The Power of Touch; The Power of Prayer; Creating a Document of ACP Advanced Directives; Preparing for dementia – the slow downward spiral; Helping Surrogates Make Decisions; managing cross-cultural issues; the hard talks with parents and children; words, words, words.
I have long been interested in this topic, so I’ve been participating in those Death Cafes I mentioned previously.
Tuesday, July 23, 12:30
Chautauqua Dialogues. Presbyterian House
Several times a day, there were discussion groups about how people felt about what they were experiencing at CHQ. It was mildly interesting.
Weekly speaker reception
Tuesday July 23nd, 3:30 PM
Pierce Freelon, Grammy-nominated artist; author, Little, Brown Books for Young Readers: Daddy and Me; Side by Side; and Daddy-Daughter Day African American Heritage House, 40 Scott.
This was an actual house, with several chairs available and hors d’oeuvres, wine, and other beverages at a table.
Pierce’s family, both his ancestors and his children, are very important to him, particularly his grandmother. He would run with his brother, Deen, a professor at the University of Pennsylvania, once a week when they could.
He mentioned that his father appeared in a PBS documentary Matter of Mind: My ALS, which the family appreciated. “In Durham, North Carolina, renowned African-American architect Phil Freelon receives his diagnosis of ALS on the eve of completing his life’s work: The Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington, D.C. As he inches toward paralysis and loss of speech, he and his family grapple with the illness’ erosion of control, reflect on what it means to live and die with dignity, and lean on one another for support and strength.”
(By happenstance, my wife brought to CHQ a book we were gifted, A Fool’s Errand by Lonnie Bunch. In it, Bunch describes the challenges of getting the museum built. Phil Freelon is mentioned, of course, and his photo is included.)
At the talk, someone asked Pierce what his father’s name was. Pierce replied, “My father’s name IS Phil Freelon,” noting the present tense. He also helped his mother, Nnenna Freelon, assemble her album, AnceStars, which he said “She needed.” See this video.
Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle Author Presentation. Geraldine Brooks, author, Horse, Hall of Philosophy and CHQ Assembly
The Hall of Philosophy, with its pillars and open-air access, reminds one of the Greek Parthenon. It was SRO, big time.
Geraldine Brooks grew up in a suburb of Sydney, Australia. Her father, Lawrie Brooks, was an American big-band singer stuck in Adelaide when his manager ripped him off. He stayed in Australia and became a newspaper sub-editor. Her mother, Gloria, from New South Wales, did PR for a Sydney radio station.
After graduating from the University of Sydney, Geraldine became a rookie reporter for The Sydney Morning Herald. After asking for an assignment based on her interests and expertise, she was tasked with reporting on horse racing. This involved providing great detail regarding the wagering and the position of the horses at every turn. When she left the paper, she knew she didn’t want to have anything to do with horses ever again.
Living in the USA
After receiving a scholarship, she moved to the United States and received a master’s degree from Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism in 1983. The next year, she married American journalist Tony Horwitz.
The couple were award-winning foreign correspondents. She covered crises in Africa, the Balkans, and the Middle East for The Wall Street Journal. After writing one non-fiction book, she wrote five novels, mostly historical fiction, often relying on deep research.
After spending three days in an African jail, she decided it was time for motherhood. Her son Nathaniel was in the audience.
She overheard a story about a once-nationally famous racehorse named Lexington at an event. Eventually, though, his skeleton became the example of a generic horse at a museum. This led to her next book, Horse. She learned that the groom was the most important person in a racehorse’s life and that many grooms were enslaved black men. A mysterious painting of the horse figures into the narrative.
And now Geraldine Brooks owns horses.
Her next book is called Memorial Days, about grief tied to the death of her husband at the age of 60 of cardiac arrest in 2019. She was a great storyteller in her remarks and in answering audience questions.
It was an interesting summer for our daughter. For one thing, she got her driver’s permit and decided to learn how to operate a car. She enlisted her mother in the teaching experience. I don’t think this was something that my wife was particularly looking forward to doing, but our daughter has skills in this area.
She won’t have time to get her license over the summer, as she still has to take a five-hour course, but she’s a quick learner. I’m getting this from my wife and daughter because, to date, I have not ridden in the car with my daughter operating the vehicle.
The daughter has a great deal of spatial recognition. This became obvious when we went to Alexandria, VA, in July. She instantly recognized that there couldn’t be a second bathroom in our place because there would not have been sufficient space. This was her third trip to the National Museum of African American History and Culture, though her parents’ first. We also went to the Jefferson Memorial and passed the Capitol. More about that trip soon.
She’s been going through a lot of her stuff as part of the family purging, whittling through stuff we may not need anymore.
Jock
She’s also been exercising a lot at the local Albany YMCA and is very good at learning how to use some of the equipment, so much so that she’s been teaching her mother how to do so.
This has been interrupted by the need to get her four wisdom teeth removed on August 14. They weren’t hurting yet, but removal was highly recommended based on the dentist and the specialist’s assessment. Annoyingly, because of a scheduling snafu, my wife had to drive her to Queensbury, about an hour away, rather than the closer Latham office. The day after, she had a lot of mango juice, mac and cheese, and chocolate pudding.
She goes back to college soon. It was nice having her around.