Category Archives: History

A Brush With History or Driving Sen. Aquino

In my ongoing family scanning project, I came across my date books from 1978 to 1996. They’re a weird sort of bullet-point version of my life from college through the first few years of my legal career. Here’s one entry reflecting a day that has stuck with me ever since.

In February, 1983, during my senior year at Swarthmore, I worked with a bunch of other students to put on a forum on human rights in Asia with speeches by dissidents from Korea, Taiwan, and the Philippines.* One of the speakers was Benigno Aquino, a former senator and dissident from the Philippines.

Handwritten calendar entry for "Sat & Sun February 5-6" that reads "Pick up Aquino, lunch, Forum 2:30-5:00."

As it turned out, a student was needed to drive Sen. Aquino to and from the Philadelphia airport. I volunteered, borrowed a car**, and got to spend several hours with this brilliant and engaging man. Forty years later, I don’t recall what we talked about, but I recall his charisma and his determination to do right by his country.

Six months later, he would be dead, shot on the tarmac when he arrived back in his beloved country.

I’m so very grateful for the privilege of those couple of hours of conversation.


*H/t Matt Sommer for remembering details I had forgotten.

** I borrowed Adam Greene’s car and somehow managed to break an entire bottle of red wine in the backseat footwell. I can’t believe they would have given the extra wine to a student, but somehow I ended up transporting it, took a sharp turn and created a huge mess. I’m confident Adam is not among my single-digit readership, but 40 years later, I’m still very very sorry, Adam!

My father’s LP collection: folk songs, train songs, civil rights songs, Russian songs, and a bunch of political nerdery.

[Cross-posted at Peter C. Robertson Archive.]

My father couldn’t carry a tune with a forklift, but boy did he love to sing. I have hilarious memories of him encouraging us to sing in the car, with the result that he and I would belt out “Roll On Columbia” together while my more musically-astute mother and brother cringed in their respective seats. After Dad passed in 1997, I got his collection of LPs, which I stored and moved and lugged around thinking I’d transfer them to digital media someday. Of course not. This year, I gave them to the Colorado Cross-Disability Coalition where they will feature in future fundraising efforts — stay tuned! Before sending them along, I took photos of some of the most memorable, most Dad-resonant, of the covers.

His collection consisted of folk songs; political songs (big overlap with folk songs); train songs; spirituals; historical songs; historical speeches and voices; comedy (I swear to God we had George Carlin’s Seven Words on LP but I couldn’t find it); two children’s records; and a number of records in Russian including Paul Robeson and the Red Army Chorus.

Note: All of the images below have alt text describing both the images and text on the pictured LP covers.

Folk Songs & Political Songs starting with his all-time favorite singer, Pete Seeger. Note that the Darling Corey album was so old he was called Peter Seeger.

Political/topical songs:

Train songs:

Paul Robeson, in English and Russian

And

Political speeches and voices, starting with Adlai Stevenson and Chester Bowles, two quixotic campaigns to which my Dad devoted a lot of time and energy:

This astonishing record in which various stars of the day spoke about the EEOC and Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, the agency and statute to which my father devoted his entire professional life.

And more history and political nerdery:

Comedy:

Two children’s records, which I remember fondly, though I regret that the delightful teachings of the Philadelphia Orchestra, Cyril Richard, and Benjamin Britten in the “Peter and the Wolf Young Person’s Guide” did not really stick.

And finally, three more records in Russian, two of which I can identify from my father’s handwritten notes — the Folk Song Chorus from Omsk and the Red Army Chorus — and the third my Russian-fluent mother has informed me is gypsy music.