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Articles by Marlene Nadle
In 1963, the Voice Reported on a Speech that Made History
→ This article from the archives is part of a series celebrating the Platinum Anniversary — 70 years! — of the Voice. The first issue hit the stands on October 26, 1955. ← The View from the Front of the Bus “There’s no place for Uncle Tom on this bus, man.” The voice of the Negro echoed down the neon-bathed Harlem street as he mounted the steps of Bus 10 ready to start for Washington. It was 2 a. m. on the morning of August 28.
Voices at a Revolution
By David Swanson "We didn't want to be seen as a left-wing newspaper particularly," said Village Voice founder Ed Fancher, in the the introduction to Tricia Romano's The Freaks Came Out to Write. "The idea of the Voice was independent journalism. And that idea is either lost or forgotten." To anyone who read the paper over it's six-decade run as the house-organ of the American counterculture, Fancher's initial goal sounds foolish.
First Draft of History: Covering Civil Rights in the Sixties
The Voice and the Sixties were very loose. That combination made it possible for me to make an unprofessional debut at the paper. It made it easy for an unknown caller like me to get founding editor Dan Wolf on the phone. I’d never written anything before, but asked to cover the 1963 March on Washington. Regretfully, he said, “No. We have our own reporters going.” “No” for me was always only the beginning of a conversation.
First Draft of History: Covering Civil Rights in the Sixties
The Voice and the Sixties were very loose. That combination made it possible for me to make an unprofessional debut at the paper. It made it easy for an unknown caller like me to get founding editor Dan Wolf on the phone. I’d never written anything before, but asked to cover the 1963 March on Washington. Regretfully, he said, “No. We have our own reporters going.” “No” for me was always only the beginning of a conversation.
The View from the Front of the Bus
“There’s no place for Uncle Tom on this bus, man.” The voice of the Negro echoed down the neon-bathed Harlem street as he mounted the steps of Bus 10 ready to start for Washington. It was 2 a. m. on the morning of August 28. Anticipation hovered quietly over the 24 buses that lined both sides of 125th Street. Cars and cabs stopped more and more frequently to pour forth bundle-laden, sleepy Marchers.
The View from the Front of the Bus
“There’s no place for Uncle Tom on this bus, man.” The voice of the Negro echoed down the neon-bathed Harlem street as he mounted the steps of Bus 10 ready to start for Washington. It was 2 a. m. on the morning of August 28. Anticipation hovered quietly over the 24 buses that lined both sides of 125th Street. Cars and cabs stopped more and more frequently to pour forth bundle-laden, sleepy Marchers.
Malcolm X: The Complexity Of a Man in the Jungle
The following article was written by Marlene Nadle for The Voice shortly prior to the assassination of Malcolm X. It is based on hours of interviewing Malcolm X at his Hotel Theresa office and attendance at rallies at the Audubon Ballroom and Manhattan Center. The article is presented exactly as it was originally written. No attempt has been made to make it conform to the events of Sunday at the Audubon Ballroom. Malcolm X has three faces.
Malcolm X: The Complexity Of a Man in the Jungle
The following article was written by Marlene Nadle for The Voice shortly prior to the assassination of Malcolm X. It is based on hours of interviewing Malcolm X at his Hotel Theresa office and attendance at rallies at the Audubon Ballroom and Manhattan Center. The article is presented exactly as it was originally written. No attempt has been made to make it conform to the events of Sunday at the Audubon Ballroom. Malcolm X has three faces.
The Abortionist on the Circuit of Fear
The abortionist is the man hunted by the police and a million desperate women a year. No city can be without him. Few are. In almost every town there are quacks and butchers with minimal training. Taxi drivers and pharmacists who improvise. Neighbors whose tools are knitting needles, wire coat hangers, and crude catheters.
The Abortionist on the Circuit of Fear
The abortionist is the man hunted by the police and a million desperate women a year. No city can be without him. Few are. In almost every town there are quacks and butchers with minimal training. Taxi drivers and pharmacists who improvise. Neighbors whose tools are knitting needles, wire coat hangers, and crude catheters.
The Coming of King: A Charismatic Moment
Grim facts about death Slide 1 of 33: By now, you’ve probably already heard the famous Benjamin Franklin quote: “In this world, nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”While paying your taxes may make you wish for the sweet relief of death, the good news is death isn’t all that complicated, after all. And even if shuffling off your mortal coil doesn’t sound like the lightest of topics, humans really have perfected the art of dying.
The Coming of King: A Charismatic Moment
Everybody was waiting for the Lord. Martin Luther was coming to the meeting and nobody was about to miss him. A Negro woman who looked like she spent her life getting stuck behind the fried chicken platter at the church social and doing the dirty work for the block party was having none of that nonsense Wednesday. The red rose on her crocheted hat vibrated with her determination.
The Coming of a King: A Charismatic Moment
Everyone was waiting for the Lord. Martin Luther was coming to the meeting and nobody was about to miss him. A Negro woman who looked like she spent her life getting stuck behind the fried chicken platter at the church social and doing the dirty work for the block party was having none of that nonsense Wednesday. The red rose on her crocheted hat vibrated with her determination.
March on Washington: The View from the Front of the Bus
The View from the Front of the Bus September 5, 1963 “There’s no place for Uncle Tom on this bus, man.” The voice of the Negro echoed down the neon bathed Harlem street as he mounted the steps of Bus 10 ready to start for Washington. It was 2 a. m. on the morning of August 28. Anticipation hovered quietly over the 24 buses that lined both sides of 125th Street. Cars and cabs stopped more and more frequently to pour forth bundle-laden, sleepy Marchers.
A Radical Departure: On Not Interviewing the Patriot Party
On My Mind: On Not Interviewing the Patriot Party May 7, 1970 I left the whipped cream tortes and gemutlich music of the 86th Street burghers behind and moved through a tenement neighborhood of liquor stores and funeral parlors, Yorkville poverty’s only escape. My destination was the office of the Patriot Party. Not some group or strutting storm troopers, but white radicals out to organize the working class. When I finally found the storefront on Second Avenue, I didn’t really want to go in.
Burying Malcolm X
Burying Malcolm X March 4, 1965 By Marlene Nadle It was a strange funeral on Saturday. At Faith Temple, Church of God in Christ, the altar was decorated with policemen. In a bronze coffin El-Hajj Malik Shabazz, wrapped in the white linen of Moslem ritual, rested beneath two giant murals of Jesus Christ. The funeral of the man known as Malcolm X was a blend of Islamic faith and Christian custom.
Malcolm X: The Complexity Of a Man in the Jungle
Malcolm X: The Complexity Of a Man in the Jungle February 25, 1965 The following article was written by Marlene Nadle for The Voice shortly prior to the assassination of Malcolm X. It is based on hours of interviewing Malcolm X at his Hotel Theresa office and attendance at rallies at the Audubon Ballroom and Manhattan Center. The article is presented exactly as it was originally written. No attempt has been made to make it conform to the events of Sunday at the Audubon Ballroom.
When Love Comes to Town: Martin Luther King in Harlem
The Coming of a King: A Charismatic Moment June 22, 1967 Everyone was waiting for the Lord. Martin Luther was coming to the meeting and nobody was about to miss him. A Negro woman who looked like she spent her life getting stuck behind the fried chicken platter at the church social and doing the dirty work for the block party was having none of that nonsense Wednesday. The red rose on her crocheted hat vibrated with her determination.
The Abortionist on the Circuit of Fear
The Abortionist on the Circuit of Fear August 18, 1966 The abortionist is the man hunted by the police and a million desperate women a year. No city can be without him. Few are. In almost every town there are quacks and butchers with minimal training. Taxi drivers and pharmacists who improvise. Neighbors whose tools are knitting needles, wire coat hangers, and crude catheters.
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