Hard Times Without Studs

Hard Times Without Studs

His death is like the closing of an archive of what was best in America.

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On December 7 I went to a memorial for Studs Terkel, that human dynamo, our nation’s greatest listener and talker, the one person I just couldn’t imagine dying. After all, the man wrote his classic oral history of death, Will the Circle Be Unbroken? at 89, and only then did he do his oral history of hope, Hope Dies Last. The celebration of his life went on for almost two and a half hours. Everyone on stage had a classic story about the guy, one better than the next, and Studs would have been thrilled that so many people talked at such length about him. But he wouldn’t have stayed. Half an hour into the event, he would have been out the door, across the street and into the nearest bar, asking people about their lives. And the amazing thing is this: they would have been spilling their guts. He could make a stone talk–and not only that, but tell a story of stone-ness that no one had ever heard before or even imagined a stone might tell. His death is like the closing of an archive of what was best in America; his legacy lies in oral histories that will inform the generations.

Unfortunately, his remarkable oral history of the Great Depression, Hard Times, may prove all too hauntingly relevant to our moment. In fact, in the midst of the ceremonies, radio host Laura Flanders pointed out that, in Studs’s beloved Chicago, a group of more than 200 workers were sitting in at their factory [see John Nichols, page 4]. If this isn’t a message from and about a changing nation, I don’t know what is. And, by the way, the fact that the president-elect supported the workers’ demands at a recent news conference indicates not just that change has indeed occurred but that messages sent from the bottom en masse don’t go unnoticed by canny politicians at the top.

Until this second, who would have predicted such a thing? And who can imagine what version of hard times we will face? All I know is that if Studs, who made it to 96, were alive today, he would have recognized a moment of hope when he saw it and made a beeline for that factory, tape recorder in hand. He was, after all, a man who knew that anyone can hope in good times but that in bad times, to feel hopeful you have to act, you have to take a step, even on an unknown path. And he was a man who also would have known that the lives of those workers were at least as complex, deep, dark, surprising, fascinating, confusing and remarkable as any among Washington’s elite or the movers and shakers (down) of Wall Street.

In one of Studs’s interviews, the chief of the trauma unit at a Chicago hospital, talking about how a doctor should deal with the family of a young person who has just died traumatically, says, “Sit down with them. Look into their eyes. If you can, hold on to them and say, ‘It’s bad news.’ And they’ll say, ‘Is he dead?’ Or they just look at you. You have to use the word, you have to say it: ‘He’s dead.’ If you say he’s ‘expired,’ he’s ‘passed away,’ they don’t hear that…. It’s very important to put yourself into their shoes, but you’ve got to say the word ‘dead.’ You’ve got to give them the finality of it.”

Well, Studs is dead. And it’s hard times without him.

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