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30 Days of Love: RIP, Pete Seeger

Peter Seeger and his banjo, “This machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender,” Great Hudson River Revival 2011. (Flickr/Jim)

Peter Seeger and his banjo, “This machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender,” Great Hudson River Revival 2011. (Flickr/Jim)

I have always loved, admired, and respected Pete Seeger. As a musician, as a social activist, as an influence on American folk music, he’s one of my heroes. He died last night, and the world will be the poorer for his loss. As it was the brighter for his voice.

Pete Seeger is the epitome of what 30 Days of Love is about, for me: standing up for justice, with the tools you wield best. In his case, a banjo and a voice. He took the idealism of his youth through his entire life, one bright gold thread in the nation’s tapestry of action.

Blogger John Nichols, from The Nation  eulogises Seeger and his  many accomplishments eloquently. Take a moment to celebrate a life well-lived, and deeply missed.

Rest in peace, Pete Seeger. You were a mighty warrior for the people.



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