Avril Coleridge-Taylor constantly bore the pressure of her father’s heritage. Being the child of the celebrated composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor, one of the most famous English artists of the early 20th century, Avril’s identity was enveloped in the lingering obscurity of bygone eras.
Not long ago, I contemplated these legacies as I got ready to record the inaugural album of Avril’s concerto for piano composed in 1936. Featuring impassioned harmonies, expressive melodies, and bold rhythms, Avril’s work will grant music lovers deep understanding into how the composer – a composer during war who entered the world in 1903 – imagined her reality as a female composer of color.
However about the past. It requires time to acclimate, to recognize outlines as they really are, to separate fact from misrepresentation, and I felt hesitant to confront her history for a while.
I deeply hoped her to be a reflection of her father. In some ways, that held. The pastoral English palettes of her father’s impact can be heard in several pieces, such as From the Hills (1934) and Sussex Landscape (1940). Yet it suffices to review the headings of her parent’s works to realize how he heard himself as not only a champion of British Romantic style but a voice of the African diaspora.
It was here that Samuel and Avril seemed to diverge.
The United States judged Samuel by the excellence of his art rather than the his racial background.
During his studies at the Royal College of Music, the composer – the son of a parent from Sierra Leone and a Caucasian parent – started to lean into his African roots. When the African American poet Paul Laurence Dunbar came to London in the late 19th century, the aspiring artist eagerly sought him out. He composed this literary work into music and the subsequent year adapted his verses for a stage piece, Dream Lovers. Then came the choral composition that established his reputation: Hiawatha’s Wedding Feast.
Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s The Song of Hiawatha, this composition was an worldwide sensation, notably for African Americans who felt indirect honor as white America assessed his work by the quality of his compositions instead of the colour of his skin.
Success did not temper his activism. In 1900, he was present at the pioneering African conference in England where he met the African American intellectual this influential figure and observed a range of talks, including on the subjugation of Black South Africans. He remained an advocate until the end. He sustained relationships with pioneers of civil rights like Du Bois and Booker T Washington, spoke publicly on equality for all, and even talked about racial problems with the American leader on a trip to the presidential residence in 1904. As for his music, reminisced Du Bois, “he established his reputation so high as a musician that it cannot soon be forgotten.” He died in that year, in his thirties. But what would her father have thought of his daughter’s decision to work in the African nation in the 1950s?
“Daughter of Famous Composer gives OK to South African policy,” ran a headline in the African American magazine Jet magazine. The system “seems to me the correct approach”, the composer stated Jet. When pushed to clarify, she backtracked: she did not support with the system “fundamentally” and it “should be allowed to resolve itself, directed by well-meaning South Africans of all races”. If Avril had been more attuned to her family’s principles, or born in the US under segregation, she might have thought twice about the policy. But life had shielded her.
“I possess a British passport,” she remarked, “and the officials failed to question me about my background.” Therefore, with her “fair” complexion (as described), she traveled within European circles, buoyed up by their praise for her deceased parent. She gave a talk about her parent’s compositions at the Cape Town university and led the broadcasting ensemble in Johannesburg, featuring the inspiring part of her composition, subtitled: “In memory of my Father.” While a accomplished player on her own, she never played as the featured artist in her work. Instead, she consistently conducted as the maestro; and so the segregated ensemble followed her lead.
Avril hoped, as she stated, she “might bring a change”. But by 1954, circumstances deteriorated. When government agents became aware of her Black ancestry, she was forced to leave the country. Her UK document didn’t protect her, the diplomatic official urged her to go or be jailed. She went back to the UK, feeling great shame as the magnitude of her innocence became clear. “This experience was a hard one,” she lamented. Adding to her embarrassment was the 1955 publication of her unfortunate magazine feature, a year after her unceremonious exit from the country.
While I reflected with these shadows, I felt a recurring theme. The account of identifying as British until you’re not – that brings to mind African-descended soldiers who served for the UK throughout the World War II and survived only to be denied their due compensation. Including those from Windrush,
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