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Singing Out for Peace with Sweet Honey and the Rock

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Ysaye M. Barnwell, a member of Sweet Honey and the Rock, is chanting to me and 33 others at the Omega Institute for Holistic Studies where I am taking a weekend workshop with Ysaye and Anthropologist/musician, George Brandon.

Burnt out from work, I needed a retreat: something relaxing and close to New York, so I chose the Omega Institute, a wellness and personal growth institute in the Hudson Valley on hundreds of lush green acres. Omega offers 350 weekend and week-long workshops plus free yoga, healthy food, plenty of places to sit and listen to the birds, and a lake to swim, kayak or lie near in a chaise or hammock.

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Ysaye M. Barnwell/Relaxing by the Lake at Omega Institute/George Brandon, Anthropologist

I decided to try "Building a Vocal Community". I'm not a singer, but it sounded fun - especially when I read that I'd be part of a large and welcoming choir where no experience was necessary, and I'd have the opportunity to find my own voice.

"In Central Africa, people believe the rain forest is God," says Ysaye, "And they chant to imitate the God inside." She teaches us a chant with a four-part harmony: ahma-hee bo-oh ee-ayee, ahma-hee bo-oh ee-ayee.

With each repetition, we sing more and more tightly until we actually sound like a choir. The music reverberates in the large room and I understand what community means: we have no age, no color, and no gender -- we are all one voice.

African slaves, George tells us, were forbidden to speak in their native tongues so they sang songs to create a rhythm for their grueling work. Sometimes they held secret religious services where they sang in multi-part harmonies about struggle, overcoming, and hope. The songs were called spirituals. Ysaye begins to sing and we join in:

I don't want no trouble at the river
I don't want no trouble at the river
I don't want no trouble at the river
When it's time for me to go to the other side.

Whatever stress I brought with me to this weekend workshop is beginning to disappear. It's hard to feel tense when I'm singing and our voices fill the room like a kaleidoscope of sound. We move from spirituals, rooted in the Old Testament to Gospel -- Christian music rooted in the New Testament. Quartets played a big roll in Gospel, George says. The four singers would dress in the same colorful clothes and make the same movements in a performance with tight chords and harmony. This was how Doo-Wop evolved.

Ysaye teaches us a Gospel song with a four-part harmony:

Sometimes I feel discouraged and think my works are in vain.
But then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again.
I won't be satisfied 'til I see my Jesus,
See my Jesus breaking through the clouds
I won't be satisfied, Ohhh no, Ohhh no
I won't be satisfied.


I tap my feet and clap, feeling joyous and free, the way I felt as a kid when I sang in Girl Scout camp.

We move onto the songs of the Civil Rights movement. "One if the major themes was the songs they elected to sing," says Ysaye. "There's an entire American history that only exists in these songs. They sang to get ready for a march, they sang when they were arrested, they sang when they were beaten up, and they sang when they were in jail. Sometimes, even if they were just going to church, they didn't know if it would be the last time." She begins to sing:

This may be the last time

This may be the last time, children
This may be the last time
May be the last time children, I don't know
May be the last time we stay together

May be the last time I don't know

I think of the Baptist Church in Birmingham which was bombed on a Sunday in 1963, in which four young girls were killed - I wipe away my tears as Ysaye begins:

Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around
Gonna keep on walking' Keep on talking
March up to Freedom Land

Images come to my mind of the 1965 Selma to Montgomery marches when police with Billy clubs and tear gas attacked 600 civil rights marchers. "Everyone stand up and link arms," Ysaye says. "Do you know why they linked arms? Because if they just held hands, the police could bust through; but if they linked arms, the police couldn't separate them." We keep our arms linked as we sing:

We shall not ...we shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's standing by the water
We shall not be moved

Again, I see images - now, of marchers attacked by dogs and clubbed by police. I remember the sit-ins in which Black people sitting at counters remained quiet and expressionless as White trouble-makers poked and slapped and beat them to the ground. I remember the pictures of Ku Klux Klan members setting fire to homes with their cross torches. And then I see more fires -- of burning Vietnamese people running from their villages after a napalm attack. I think of American soldiers dying in Iraq and Afghanistan and terrorized women mutilated by the Taliban, and all I can think about is man's inhumanity to man.

When we break for lunch, I walk through Omega's flowering garden to lunch. A Sweet Honey in the Rock song plays over and over in my mind:

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin
With every deed and word I speak restore peace again
Let there be peace on earth let the moment be now
When every man and woman understands their power
Let there be peace...