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            Web Exclusives:  Under the Ivy 
               by Gregg Lange '70 
              
              
            
  
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May 9, 2007: 
  Paul 
              Robeson and Princeton  
  Some humbling questions about what might have been  
 By Gregg Lange '70 
           
            
               Our general topic here is history, true, but 
                it's good to remember that Santayana did not say "those who 
                cannot remember events are condemned to repeat them." He 
                said "those who cannot remember the past are condemned to 
                repeat it." Implicit therein are blunders of omission writ 
                every bit as large as active mistakes; of oversight and neglect 
                as well as willfulness; of small-mindedness as well as delusions 
                of grandeur; of golden opportunities ignored. 
             
             In my more spiritual moments, I often wonder whether 
              Paul Robeson was put on earth in part to keep Princeton humble.
              The next time you go by FitzRandolph Gate, walk a 
              couple hundred yards down to 110 Witherspoon St., then turn around 
              and look back. Imagine yourself to be 8 years old and living there, 
              a magnet for friends, a well of boundless curiosity and energy, 
              with a voice to move the Lord. Imagine looking up at the closed 
              gates and knowing they were locked, just to be sure you and your 
              family wouldn't come in.
              Paul Robeson was born in 1898, and his father – 
              a graduate of Lincoln University, long presided over by Princeton 
              alumni – was the pastor of the Witherspoon Street Presbyterian 
              Church. The public schools of Princeton were segregated, and Paul's 
              modest education until 1907 took place solely with other black kids 
              in town. His older brother, Bill, who also went on to Lincoln and 
              then became a physician, went to high school in Trenton, the closest 
              available – for him. The same would have been true for Paul, 
              but a congregational conflict sent the family away, and by the time 
              he was in high school, he was living up the road in Somerville, 
              where the schools were integrated. He emerged not only as a scholar, 
              vocal soloist, and linguist, heavily encouraged by his father, but 
              also a premiere athlete, and so became generally popular among the 
              students. Planning to go to Lincoln, he heard at the last minute 
              of a competitive exam open to all New Jersey students for a single 
              four-year scholarship to Rutgers, which he won in 1915. 
              He became the third black student to attend Rutgers, 
              and through his four years was the only one on campus. A stunning 
              bass, he was not allowed to sing in the Glee Club. The best athlete 
              on the football team, he was held out of a home game against Washington 
              & Lee in his sophomore year by demand of the visitors, and he 
              was not invited to the year-end team banquets. But he stayed on 
              to become an All-American in his junior and senior years. In all, 
              he earned 12 varsity letters, and one of his favorite wins was a 
              5-1 baseball triumph over Princeton his senior year. Coming from 
              110 Witherspoon St., one can imagine why. After writing his thesis 
              on the Fourteenth Amendment, he graduated as valedictorian of the 
              Rutgers Class of 1919, concluding his address:
             
            
               And may I not appeal to you who also revere 
                [the memory of those who died in World War I] to join with us 
                in continuing to fight for the great principles for which they 
                contended, until in all sections of this fair land there will 
                be equal opportunities for all, and character shall be the standard 
                of excellence; until men by constructing work aim toward Solon's 
                definition of the ideal government – where an injury to 
                the meanest citizen is an insult to the whole constitution; and 
                until black and white shall clasp friendly hands in the consciousness 
                of the fact that we are brethren and that God is the father of 
                us all. 
             
             Could such a man have profited Princeton? Could Princeton 
              have supported and extended his reach? These are not only academic 
              questions, they are troubling and frustrating and, as I said, humbling.
              After earning a degree at Columbia Law School, Robeson 
              quit the firm that was brave enough to hire him when a white secretary 
              refused to take his dictation. Stymied at law, Robeson went on to 
              become a pre-eminent actor, singer, and proselytizer for equal rights 
              across the world. His lauded performance as Othello with Jose Ferrer 
              '33 still astonishingly holds the duration record for Shakespeare 
              on Broadway; his interpretations of Eugene O'Neill '10 created a 
              sensation. His rendition of "Ol' Man River" in the 1936 
              film version of the great Show Boat is still regarded as 
              the definitive version of that plaintive cry from the slave world 
              that was supposed to have died 70 years before. His powerful concert 
              performances of traditional Negro spirituals literally were a revelation 
              to most white people who heard them. He spoke and sang in 15 languages. 
              Would such a man have been as valuable to Princeton 
              as Hobey Baker '14, or Jimmy Stewart '32, or Norman Thomas 1905, 
              or Adlai Stevenson '22?
              Usually an expatriate because of racial limitations 
              on performing in the United States, Robeson became admired in Europe 
              and in the Soviet Union. He developed a weakness for the Stalinist 
              regime; its lip service to the proletariat blinded him to its mass 
              evil, hoping against the evidence that there was a place on Earth 
              where we were brethren. Thus he ended up pursued by J. Edgar Hoover 
              and Joe McCarthy and broken in the '50s, long before his time. 
              Is there in the end something valuable in this tale 
              for Princeton? Remarkably, there is. Robeson's close friend, classmate, 
              and academic rival at Somerville High School, by astonishing coincidence, 
              went to Princeton in 1915 and eventually became dean of the faculty 
              for an unprecedented 21 years, then the University's first provost. 
              Along with Bob Goheen '40, J. Douglas Brown '19 from Somerville 
              prodded Princeton from World War II to its transformation in the 
              1960s and was the other guy in charge when Princeton hired Carl 
              Fields in 1964. In our next column, we will recall how important 
              that was. 
              But for now, go to YouTube and catch Paul Robeson singing "Ol' 
              Man River" or "Go Down, Moses." Imagine it in Alexander 
              Hall, and weep.   
              Have another view of which Princeton basketball 
              team was the University’s best ever? Write to PAW at paw@princeton.edu 
               
             Gregg 
              Lange '70 is a member of the Princetoniana Committee and the Alumni 
              Council Committee on Reunions, an Alumni Schools Committee volunteer, 
              and a trustee of WPRB radio.  
             
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