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Also by Brad Meltzer NOV ELS The Tenth Justice Dead Even The First Counsel The Millionaires The Zero Game The Book of Fate The Book of Lies The Inner Circle The Fifth Assassin The President’s Shadow NONFICTION Heroes for My Son Heroes for My Daughter History Decoded I Am Amelia Earhart I Am Abraham Lincoln I Am Rosa Parks I Am Albert Einstein I Am Jackie Robinson I Am Lucille Ball I Am Helen Keller I Am Martin Luther King, Jr. I Am George Washington

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FOR MY #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

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Excerpts from It’s Not Easy Being Green and Other Things to Consider by Jim Henson, published by Hyperion, are © The Muppets Studio LLC and are used by permission. “Bein’ Green,” music and lyrics by Joe Raposo © 1970 by Jonico Music, Inc. (BMI) Rights in the U.S.A. administered by Green Fox Music, Inc. Rights outside of the U.S.A. administered by Jonico Music, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Used courtesy of The Joe Raposo Music Group.

Heroes for My Son Copyright © 2010 by Forty-four Steps, Inc. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information address HarperCollins Children’s Books, a division of HarperCollins Publishers, 195 Broadway, New York, NY 10007. www.harpercollinschildrens.com Library of Congress Control Number: 2009051550 ISBN 978-0-06-243931-4 Typography by Jenna Stempel 16 17 18 19 20

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FOR T H EO A N D JONA S, M Y SON S, M Y H E ROE S

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contents ixAcknowledgments

26 Harriet Tubman

xi Introduction

28 Harry Houdini

2 The Wright Brothers

30 Jackie Robinson

4 Team Hoyt

32 Albert Einstein

6 Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel

34 Jesse Owens

8 Mr. Rogers

36 Jim Henson

10 Miep Gies

38 Jonas Salk

12 Roberto Clemente

40 Dr. Seuss

14 Amelia Earhart

42 Bella Abzug

16 Nelson Mandela

44 Dan West

18 Norman Borlaug

46 Mother Teresa

20 Martin Luther King Jr.

48 Steven Spielberg

22 Anne Sullivan

50 George H. W. Bush

24 John Lennon

52 Lucille Ball

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54 George Washington

90 Thomas Jefferson

56 Charlie Chaplin

92 Mahatma Gandhi

58 Oprah Winfrey

94 Frederick Douglass

60 Officer Frank Shankwitz

96 Chesley B. Sullenberger III

62 Mark Twain

98 Rosa Parks

64 Eleanor Roosevelt

100 Lou Gehrig

66 Neil Armstrong

102 Teri Meltzer

68 Paul Newman

104 Ben Rubin

70 PelĂŠ

106 Who Is Your Hero?

72 Barbara Johns 74 Aung San Suu Kyi 76 Eli Segal 78 Abraham Lincoln 80 Andy Miyares 82 Clara Hale 84 Muhammad Ali 86 Barack Obama 88 Harper Lee

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Acknowledgments There are many heroes in my life. But my favorite ones are my little ones—my children—Jonas, Lila, and Theo, who are the three reasons this book exists. They teach me every day; they inspire me every day—and they are my truest dreams. My other hero is my wife, Cori, who gave me my greatest gifts and was the very first to believe. Thank you to my dad, who fed my love of heroes by buying me all those comic books. And thank you to my sister, Bari, for her super strength; to Noah Kuttler for his super hearing (and who pushed me so hard with this one); and to Teri Meltzer and Ben Rubin, my mother and Poppy, for giving me everything else I needed and in whose memory this project lives. For me, this has never been just a book. It is a dream. So special thanks to Jill Kneerim, who shoved me along from the very first slumber; Hope Denekamp, Caroline Zimmerman, and everyone at the Kneerim & Williams Agency; my dear friend Larry Kirshbaum, the real godfather of this project; Simon Sinek, who told me my first inspiring story; Joel Marlin, who added the earliest research; Marie Grunbeck for reading my mind; Rusty Greiff and Elizabeth Shreve for sharing their sweet boy; Katherine Blood from the Library of Congress; Chris Weiss, who inspired the first question; Rob Weisbach, the first to have faith; and all the real heroes who shared pictures and family stories. A special thank you must also be said to my fellow dreamer and partner-in-crime, Brad Desnoyer, whose research made me really look like the history nerd I’ve always pretended to be. His contribution here cannot be overstated, but it’s his friendship that is treasured. Finally, a thank you to Katie Salisbury, Kathryn Ratcliffe-Lee, Debbie Stier, Jessica Wiener, Kim Lewis, Leah Carlson-Stanisic, Mary Schuck, Nikki Cutler, Doug Jones, and everyone at HarperStudio, for creating such a warm second home in the writing community. And to Bob Miller, for building that home so beautifully. I mean it, Bob. Thank you for this gift that I can give to my sons—and for your trust and faith.

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Introduction I was stuck at a red light. It wasn’t a particularly long light. But I remember the moment because it was dark and it was quiet—the first moment of quiet on the day my son Jonas was born. And there I was, stuck at this red light. It was one of those moments where you sit outside your body—like your first kiss, or that first time someone in your family dies—and you’re looking down, knowing that the moment is so personally vital that the only way to comprehend it is to witness it from somewhere else. So as I sat there, gripping the steering wheel of our little banged-up car, I remember looking up at the crisp black sky and thinking about this baby boy we were just blessed with. That’s when it hit me—and when I asked myself the question for the very first time: what kind of man did I want my son to be? I have three children now. I’ve long since realized I have little say in the matter. But I still love that moment. That pure, beautiful moment where you get to think about your newborn child and every door and every possibility is just waiting there, perfectly open. You can dream as big as you want in that moment. That baby of yours may be the future president of the United States, or a creative genius, or a big thinker, or, best yet, the kind of person who leaves the world better than he found it. It’s a moment where there are no limits or detours or any of the restrictions that reality eventually brings. And it was in that moment of unbridled love and pure naïveté that this book was born. I decided right there that I’d write this book over the course of my son’s life—that I’d fill it with advice and good ideas. I started that very night, writing the instructions he needed to be a good man:

1. Love God.

2. Be nice to the fat kid in class.

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The plan was that I’d add more ideas throughout his lifetime, and then one day, when he was older, he’d thank me, realizing what a brilliant father I was. (I’d assumed Cat Stevens would be playing in the background. Norman Rockwell would of course be resurrected to paint the moment.) It was the day my son was born. I’m allowed mushy. And so, on that day, I began this book. Of course it was crap. Sure, there was some good advice in there. But most of it was just sentimental manure—the ramblings of someone who clearly had never been a parent. I mean, did I really think that if I said, “Be good,” my son would be good? So I started thinking about my own life: Where did I learn kindness? Who taught me about the benefits of patience? I didn’t have to look far. Sure, my mom and dad had laid the foundation. But when I thought of my first real hero, the person who came to mind was my grandfather, Ben Rubin. When I was little, my grandfather knew I loved hearing Batman stories, so he’d always tell me this one story that went like this: “Batman and Robin were in the Batmobile. And they were riding along the edge of a curving cliff. And up ahead of them was a white van, which held the Joker, the Penguin, the Riddler, and Catwoman. And as they drove along this cliff, Batman and Robin caught them.” That’s when I’d look him right in the eyes and whisper, “Tell it again.” He’d smile at me and say, “Batman and Robin were in the Batmobile. And they were riding along the edge of a curving cliff. . . . ” And when it was done, I’d say, “Tell it again.” And he would. It was the same story every time. Just four sentences long. Batman and Robin were in the Batmobile . . . . But he told me this story over and over simply because he knew I loved hearing it. That’s a hero to me. In that action, he taught me about love and compassion and dedication. He taught me the power of creativity. He opened the first window of my imagination. And most of all, as I look back on it, he showed me the true impact of a well-told story. That’s what I wanted for my son. From there, I started looking for more heroes. I wanted to hear their stories—the ones no one knew. It made xii

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sense to me—especially since, as a parent, I know that the only lesson we ever teach is the one that comes from example. One of the first stories I heard was about the Wright brothers. My friend Simon Sinek told me that every day when Orville and Wilbur Wright went out to fly their plane, they would bring enough materials for multiple crashes. That way, when they crashed, they could rebuild the plane and try again. Think about it a moment: every time they went out—every time—they knew they were going to fail. But that’s what they did: Crash and rebuild. Crash and rebuild. And that’s why they finally took off. I loved that story. I still love that story. And that’s the kind of story I wanted my son to hear: a story that wouldn’t lecture to him, but would show him that if he was determined . . . if he wasn’t afraid to fail . . . if he had persistence (and a side order of stubbornness) . . . the impossible becomes possible. Since that time, I’ve been collecting heroes and their stories for my son. (Though of course, every hero in here is heroic for both boys and girls alike. Every single one.) There are thousands of heroes. And I think that’s what I like best. There is proof—absolute proof—everywhere. Look around at any life and you’ll find examples of charity and honesty, leadership and humility, tenacity and dignity. These are the tools I want my son to have. And the tools I want my daughter, Lila, to have. (I’m already working on her book.) Indeed, as this book got started, it became triply important: my younger son, Theo, was born. I want these tools for Theo too. Does that mean every hero in the world is in here? Of course not. I purposely left out most religious leaders so there’d be no battling among faiths. You’ll see heroes you know, like Jim Henson and Eleanor Roosevelt. There are others who are not as well known, like Frank Shankwitz and Barbara Johns. And there are others who seem almost ridiculously obvious, like George Washington and Rosa Parks. But to be clear, this is not a book about fame. Thomas Jefferson isn’t in here just because he wrote the Declaration of Independence. He’s in here because he didn’t publicize that fact (indeed, it didn’t become common knowledge that he was the author until years after he was president), showing the kind of modesty that I want my sons to know about. This isn’t a book about how to be remembered—it’s a book about how we live our lives, and what we are capable of on our very best days. Is that schmaltzy and naive? I hope so. Because I want my sons to learn those things too. We all are who we are—until that moment when we strive for something greater. xiii

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In the end, I suppose there are easier ways to share life’s most valuable lessons with my sons. There were moments when I thought about doing it Mr. Miyagi style and teaching it through karate. But I don’t know karate. And so I do the only thing I know how to do: I tell a story. Just like my grandfather taught me all those years ago. Brad Meltzer Fort Lauderdale, Florida, 2009

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I N N O VAT O R S

The Wright Brothers I N V E N T O R S O F T H E W O R L D ’ S F I R S T F LY I N G M A C H I N E .

When it was time to try building the first flying machine, Samuel Langley had incredible resources and tens of thousands in funding. Bicycle salesmen Orville and Wilbur Wright had a flying toy their father gave them as children and a dream they refused to give up on. Guess who won?

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Every day, they knew they’d fail. Every time they’d go out to fly—every time—they brought extra materials because they knew their fledgling design would crash. Crash and rebuild. Crash and rebuild. But never ever, ever give up. “If we worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true really is true, then there would be little hope for advance.” — O RV I L L E W R I G H T

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U N S T O P PA B L E

Team Hoyt

FAT H E R A N D S O N . L O N G - D I S TA N C E RU N N E R S .

Although Rick Hoyt is profoundly disabled, he has competed with his father Dick in over one thousand marathons, triathlons, ironman competitions, and other longdistance events.

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When Dick and Judy Hoyt’s son was born with cerebral palsy, unable to walk or talk, the doctors told them to just “put him away.” No, they decided. They’d push him, pull him, they’d carry him along. But he’d never be left behind. When the public schools said there was no place for Rick, his parents found a computer that would write his thoughts from the few head movements he could make. At ten, he spoke his first sentence. “Go Bruins!” In high school, Rick learned of a five-mile charity run for a newly paralyzed teenager. Rick told his father they had to do something to send a message that life goes on. Even though he wasn’t a runner, Dick never hesitated. He’d run the race, pushing Rick’s wheelchair the whole way. They finished next to last. It was a victory. That night, Rick typed out these words: “Dad, when I’m running, it feels like my disability disappears.” Dick’s mission was clear. He kept running, Rick always out in front. 234 triathlons, 67 marathons, 6 ironmans. Rick Hoyt still can’t walk. But with his father, they both fly. Team Hoyt’s motto: Yes you can.

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F A N TA S I S T S

Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel I N V E N T O R S O F T H E F I R S T S U P E R H E RO.

The creators of Superman—and Clark Kent—showed the world that the most ordinary of us can turn out to be the most heroic.

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They weren’t good-looking. They weren’t popular. And they were so poor that they used to draw on the back of butcher’s paper. But they were two best friends. With one dream. At the brink of World War II, in the midst of the Great Depression, two kids from Cleveland didn’t just give us the world’s first superhero. They gave us something to believe in.

“The trouble with this, kid, is that it’s too sensational. Nobody would believe it.” —One of the first rejection letters for Superman

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NEIGHBOR

Mr. Rogers

T E L E V I S I O N H O S T O F M I S T E R RO G E R S ’ N E I G H B O R H O O D.

With little more than a cardigan and a friendly smile, Fred Rogers spent nearly forty years using public television to teach kindness—just kindness—to children. Did it work? After thieves stole Mr. Rogers’s car, the story was broadcast on TV and in newspapers. The car was returned in two days. The note in the car read: “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.” 8

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His parents were so worried about his hay fever, they kept him inside for an entire summer. He had nothing to play with except for a toy piano and some homemade hand puppets. Freddie made the best of it. He had his imagination. He didn’t need anything else. “Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of ­people.” — F R E D RO G E R S

“When a bubble’s gone, you don’t see it anymore with your eyes. And when an opera is over, you don’t hear it anymore with your ears. But you can remember it. You can remember what bubbles look like and what operas sound like and what friends feel like. And you’ll always have them with you in your memory.” — F R E D RO G E R S

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L AW B R E A K E R

Miep Gies

F O U N D A N D P R E S E R V E D A N N E F R A N K ’ S D I A RY.

Risking her life for those of her friends, Miep Gies protected eight ­people in a cramped annex—Otto Frank and his family of four, the Van Pels and their son, and an elderly dentist—from the Nazi death machine during World War II. After Anne and her family were discovered by the Germans and sent to Auschwitz, Miep, hoping that Anne would return, held on to the world’s most important diary.

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In the spring of 1942, Otto Frank asked his assistant the most important question of her life: “Are you prepared to help us?” Miep Gies never hesitated. “Yes, of course,” she said. For two years, Miep broke the law—hiding and feeding eight p ­ eople, including Otto’s daughter, Anne. When the Nazis burst in, Miep didn’t deny helping the family. She didn’t apologize. Instead, she tried to bribe Nazi officials into letting the eight innocent ­people go. It didn’t work. And when the Nazis warned her not to return, Miep snuck back into the hiding spot. Among the scattered papers and clothing, she noticed one thing the Nazis had dismissed—Anne’s red-checked diary. Never opening it, she placed it in a desk drawer. When Anne’s father returned after the war, Miep once again took him in. When she heard that Anne was dead, Miep relinquished her duty as caretaker. “Here,” Miep told Otto, “is your daughter Anne’s legacy to you.” “I myself am just an ordinary woman. I simply had no choice.” —MIEP GIES

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P H I L A N T H RO P I S T

Roberto Clemente BA S E BA L L L E G E N D. H O M E T OW N H E RO.

Being one of the best baseball players in the world would satisfy most p ­ eople. Roberto Clemente got better every year. As a right fielder with the Pittsburgh Pirates, he won twelve Gold Glove Awards and had the best batting average in four different seasons.

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Being a baseball player made him famous. Being a twelve-time Gold Glove winner made him rich. So when an earthquake struck Nicaragua, he could have just written a check and gotten his name in the paper. Instead, he got involved personally. He funded three emergency relief flights. All three were diverted by corrupt officials—which is why Clemente decided to fly on the fourth plane himself. It was packed with as much food and medicine as he could possibly bring. The plane crashed in the ocean, killing everyone on the flight. But Roberto Clemente isn’t a hero because the plane went down. He’s a hero because of why he got on board. “If you have a chance to accomplish something that will make things better for people coming behind you and you don’t do that, you are wasting your time on this Earth.” — RO B E R T O C L E M E N T E

“He can run and throw—and we think he can hit.” —Draft report on Roberto Clemente for the Pittsburgh Pirates

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DAREDEVIL

Amelia Earhart R E C O R D B R E A K E R . H I G H - F LY I N G P I L O T.

A pioneer in aviation and the first female to cross the Atlantic, Amelia Earhart broke many flight records. She died while trying to become the first person to fly around the world at the equator. Her plane has still never been found.

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She worked as a truck driver, stenographer, and photographer. Just to save enough for the flying lessons. Six months after she learned to fly, she put away enough for a bright yellow, used biplane called Canary. The following year, she broke her first record, reaching an altitude of fourteen thousand feet, the highest recorded at that time by a woman. She wasn’t a natural. She wasn’t the best pilot. She had to work at it. But within her short lifetime she showed the world that the greatest flight we’ll ever take is the one no one has tried before. “Please know I am quite aware of the hazards. . . . I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail their failure must be but a challenge to others.” —A M EL I A E A R H A RT

“Never interrupt someone doing what you said couldn’t be done.” —A M EL I A E A R H A RT

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ACTIVIST

Nelson Mandela

P R E S I D E N T O F S O U T H A F R I C A , 19 9 4 T O 19 9 9.

Under South African apartheid—the social and political policy of racial repression— activist Nelson Mandela was sent to prison for twenty-seven years. After his release, he negotiated the end of legal racial segregation in the country—and in 1994 became South Africa’s president in the country’s first free election.

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Nelson Mandela was sent to work in the quarry. Sent there so his will would be broken. But deep in the mine, in what was supposed to be a latrine, he and the other prisoners created a school. There the inmates became teachers of history and students of law, self-educated scholars preparing apartheid’s end. The men knew they could be punished for speaking. They knew they could be punished for organizing. Yet Mandela was arranging lectures on economics and politics, Sophocles and Shakespeare, readying the activists around him for the coming revolution. In life, there are many prisons. But even in the darkest ones, there are always possibilities. In English, Nelson Mandela’s given name, Rolihlahla, literally means “troublemaker.”

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SCIENTIST

Norman Borlaug FAT H E R O F T H E G R E E N R E VO L U T I O N .

Norman Borlaug’s brilliant mind allowed him to develop high-yielding, disease-resistant crops. He could have made millions. Instead, he devoted his life to saving others.

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The lab produced camouflage, malaria repellents, and saltwater-proof glues for soldiers fighting in the South Pacific. But after the war, Norman decided that he should use science for something other than fighting. And so came the true birth of the Green Movement. Norman Borlaug moved to Mexico and began doing manual labor in the wheat fields. Working beside the farmers, he figured out how to grow more food. Six times more. He saved one million ­people from starvation in Mexico. When he moved his family to India, he multiplied the region’s grain output by fourfold and again saved a million lives. By the time Norman came home, having worked on farms all over China and Africa, he had prevented one billion men, women, and children from dying of starvation—saving more p ­ eople than anyone in human history. “You can’t build a peaceful world on empty stomachs and human misery.” — N O R M A N B O R L AU G

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Martin Luther King Jr. LEADER

C L E R G Y M A N . C I V I L R I G H T S A C T I V I S T. N O B E L P E AC E P R I Z E W I N N E R .

At a time when it would’ve been so easy to use his fists, King embraced the path of peace—and in doing so, showed its true power. In his battle against hatred and racism, he died for his ideals. But most important, he lived for them.

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The speech wasn’t finished until 3:30 a.m. that morning. Yet on August 28, 1963, he was ready to take the podium. FBI agents were stationed beside the PA system on the Washington Mall, ready to pull the plug at a moment’s notice in case he said something incendiary. And then, halfway through his text, Dr. King looked up from the printed page. His written draft didn’t include the words “I have a dream.” But it was when the young reverend stopped reading and started speaking that everyone heard. No plug was pulled. No dog attacked. No fire hose was needed to control the crowd. And though the president and Congress feared that a protest march would prevent the passage of civil rights legislation, they could have not been more wrong. Nothing can stop a dream. “The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.” — D R . M A R T I N LU T H E R K I N G J R .

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M I R AC L E WO R K E R

Anne Sullivan T E AC H E R .

Helen Keller was deaf and blind from the age of one. With the help of her teacher Anne Sullivan, Helen became a prolific writer and activist.

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No one believed that the deaf and blind girl would amount to anything. She was helpless. At six years old, she couldn’t speak, talk, or even eat with a fork. But one teacher, who was nearly blind herself, had the patience to “finger-write” words into Helen’s tiny hand. Helen Keller was admitted to Radcliffe College, but the dean convinced her not to attend. Though the school had accepted her, he thought that college would be too much for her. But a year later, Helen was determined to try. Since most of Helen’s books couldn’t be converted into Braille, Anne Sullivan spent five hours a day spelling onto Helen’s hand the letters, the words, the sentences of the texts. Straining to read the texts caused Anne’s already-poor eyesight to deteriorate greatly. Anne’s doctor warned—if she didn’t stop reading to Helen, she’d risk going blind herself. Anne kept on reading. Helen Keller wrote her first book when she was just twenty-two years old. It was the first of fourteen books she would write. And of course, thanks to her teacher, Anne Sullivan, Helen graduated from Radcliffe. Cum laude. “Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.“ —HELEN KELLER

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MUSICIAN

John Lennon

L E G E N DA RY S I N G E R - S O N G W R I T E R . P E A C E A C T I V I S T.

One of the founders of the Beatles, John Lennon created some of the world’s most popular and complex songs. But his greatest impact wasn’t on the pop charts. It was in his wartime songs: stubborn anthems advocating peace in Vietnam at a time when it would’ve been so much easier for him to stay quiet.

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When John Lennon’s Aunt Mimi told him music wasn’t a job, he just kept playing on her porch. When all he had was a cheap harmonica and a bus ticket, he played the entire way to Scotland. And when that great moment came, when he had everyone listening, John Lennon led by example, singing about peace and redefining what a rock star can shout about. By the time J. Edgar Hoover was tapping his phone and having him followed, John knew that there was only one way to deal with naysayers. You just have to keep singing your song. “The guitar’s all very well, John, but you’ll never make a living out of it.” — J O H N L E N N O N ’ S AU N T M I M I

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