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Keep on Pushing: The Impressions

Keep on Pushing: The Impressions Keep on Pushing: n.e Impressions William C. Turner, fr. I've got to keep on pushing, I can't stop now; Move up a little higher, someway, somehow. I've got my strength and it don't make sense not to keep on pushing. Look, look, look a'yonda, what's that I see? A great big stone wall standing there ahead of me. Now I've got my pride, I'll move on aside and keep on pushing. Hallelujah, hallelujah, keep on pushing. With these words a group prominent in the sixties and early seven­ ties crooned the theme song of a generation. The black children of the post-World War II generation -the baby boomers-were pushers, perhaps the premier pushers of the century. For they (or should I say we) supplied the people power for the Black Revolution. Sparked by the courage of the preceding generation, we enabled the torch of freedom to send forth its brilliant blaze. Our early socialization came within the womb of the black com­ munity in the last phases of the Jim Crow era. That womb-that black and affirming world- was our buffer zone against the inimical climate of a larger, more vicious, world. It was a black world that was http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Black Sacred Music Duke University Press

Keep on Pushing: The Impressions

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Copyright © 1992 by Duke University Press
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1043-9455
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Keep on Pushing: n.e Impressions William C. Turner, fr. I've got to keep on pushing, I can't stop now; Move up a little higher, someway, somehow. I've got my strength and it don't make sense not to keep on pushing. Look, look, look a'yonda, what's that I see? A great big stone wall standing there ahead of me. Now I've got my pride, I'll move on aside and keep on pushing. Hallelujah, hallelujah, keep on pushing. With these words a group prominent in the sixties and early seven­ ties crooned the theme song of a generation. The black children of the post-World War II generation -the baby boomers-were pushers, perhaps the premier pushers of the century. For they (or should I say we) supplied the people power for the Black Revolution. Sparked by the courage of the preceding generation, we enabled the torch of freedom to send forth its brilliant blaze. Our early socialization came within the womb of the black com­ munity in the last phases of the Jim Crow era. That womb-that black and affirming world- was our buffer zone against the inimical climate of a larger, more vicious, world. It was a black world that was

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Black Sacred Music – Duke University Press

Published: Mar 1, 1992

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