New
York Diary: God Bless America
November 2, 2001
by John Bloom
NEW YORK (UPI) -- On Irving Berlin's 80th birthday, Ed Sullivan staged a televised
tribute from his theater on Broadway, and America's most famous songwriter actually
sang,
despite his scratchy off-key voice. The song, of course, was "God Bless America," and he was
surrounded by a chorus of Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts.
The reception was underwhelming. "Reactionary" was one of the kindest things said about
"God Bless America" in 1968. It was "an anthem of imperialism," out of step with the times, the
ultimate flag-waver's unthinking propaganda song.
Yet America was at war. "God Bless America" was a song of peace. It seemed to have
elements that would appeal to both hawks and doves. Yet most young Americans seemed to be
saying that they understood why Ed Sullivan liked it, and that was exactly what was
wrong with
America.
Berlin himself understood exactly what was going on.
"There is a cynicism about flag-waving and patriotism until something happens," he told one
of his biographers. " God Bless America,' for instance. It is simple, honest--a patriotic statement. It's
an emotion, not just words and music. A patriotic song is an emotion, and you must not embarrass
an audience with it, or they'll hate your guts. It has to be right, and the time for it has to be right."
Apparently the time for it is finally right. There's hardly a single public event at which it's
not being sung, sometimes instead of the National Anthem. In fact, it's many of those same
anti-war protesters from 1968 who are joining in with the loudest chorus as we once again fight a
faraway war against a people we don't quite understand. And apparently no one finds it at all ironic
that a song written by an immigrant Jew has been adopted whole cloth by, among others, the
Christian right and those who hate immigration. Nor does anyone think it strange that Berlin,
perhaps the most unemotional songwriter we ever had, a man who wrote intelligently and cleverly
and winsomely but hated sappiness, would be the one we turn to in a time like this. Wouldn't
Rodgers and Hammerstein make more sense? Or--God forbid--George M. Cohan?
But there it is, "God Bless America," our song of choice, written in 1918 by a 30-year-old
disgruntled Army sergeant stationed at Camp Upton in Yaphank, N.Y. Berlin had gotten permission
from his commanding officer to stage a musical comedy revue at the Century Theater in New York--mostly because the Navy had recently done the same thing and the doughboys didn't want to be
upstaged. But he scrapped "God Bless America" right before the opening of the show--called "Yip!
Yip! Yaphank"--because it was "too solemn." Everyone was raring to fight, and he thought it would
be "gilding the lily."
And then he forgot about the song for the next 20 years.
That same revue did include a song that became famous, though, and it's a little closer to
Berlin's real feelings about war: "I sleep with 97 men
And for those Irving Berlin compeletists out there, I should probably go ahead and quote the
second chorus:
"And then I'll get the other pup,
It's hard to believe today, but this was considered rather subversive at the time. Berlin had so
mocked one of the standard bugle calls that, from then on, no soldier could hear the sound without
thinking of his parody lyrics.
Then, in 1938, Berlin happened to be in London when Neville Chamberlain announced his
"Anglo-German Pact of Friendship"--and he wanted to believe that its promises of peace in the
world were true. "I'd like to write a great peace song," he told a friend, "but it is hard to do, because
you have trouble dramatizing peace."
In his hotel room he started writing a song called "Thanks, America," but soon abandoned it.
He tried another one, called "Let's Talk About Liberty," but deemed it too hokey. Then he
remembered the old unused closer from "Yip! Yip! Yaphank" and he called his secretary in New
York to see if she could fish it out of his trunk. She searched long and hard, eventually recovered
"God Bless America," and a few weeks later Berlin offered it to Kate Smith for her Armistice Day
radio show.
After 20 years in hibernation, the song did need a couple of changes. One line of the song
read, "Stand beside her and guide her to the right with a light from above."
In 1918 "the right" had meant simply "the place of goodness," but by 1938 it meant
conservative political movements. So he changed it to read "through the night with a light from
above"--which is a better line anyway.
The second change involved a line which read, "Make her victorious on land and foam." It
made sense in 1918, but in 1938 he wanted a song of peace, not war. But in order to change it, he
had to lengthen in and change the whole meter of the stanza. The result was: "From the mountains,
to the prairies, to the oceans, white with foam"--which is actually odd, because if you go from the
mountains and then to the prairies and then to the oceans, you would expect to continue the conceit
with "to the stars" or something equally ethereal. Instead the fourth line simply
describes the
oceans. At any rate, "white with foam" sets up the emotional climax, as the next word--"God"--is the
highest note of the song, and the one that brings the tears.
The phrase "God Bless America" was taken from Berlin's mother. While he was growing up
on the Lower East Side, she would say "God bless America" often, to indicate that, without
America, her rather large family would have had no place to go. (They had fled a pogrom in either
Siberia or Belorussia.)
Kate Smith did sing he song on Armistice Day, 1938, and it was such an instant hit that
within weeks there was a movement to make it the new National Anthem. After all, it was easy to
sing, even by children, and Francis Scott Key's anthem had used the melody from "Anacreon in
Heaven," a dirty drinking song known to sailors everywhere. "God Bless America" probably
would have become the new anthem--"The Star Spangled Banner" had only been officially
adopted in 1931--were it not for Berlin himself saying he didn't want it. Even though Berlin was a
Republican, he gave permission for it to be sung at the political conventions of both parties, and the
only time he refused to allow performances was when a swing band wanted to do an up-tempo
version.
Eventually he decided that the song's royalties should go to charity, so he set up a trust to
assign the royalties. Its members were Herbert Bayard Swope, the New York reporter, Col.
Theodore Roosevelt, and the boxer Gene Tunney--selected so that there would be a Jew, a Catholic
and a Protestant determining the recipients of the money. They eventually chose the Boy Scouts and
Girl Scouts, and both organizations still receive royalties today whenever the song is sung.
Berlin wrote many other patriotic songs over the years. He staged "This Is the Army" on
Broadway in 1942 and raised $10 million for Army Emergency Relief. For the 1949 musical "Miss
Liberty," he put the words on the base of the Statue of Liberty to music. As late as 1962, he staged
the unsuccessful Broadway show "Mr. President," which included a song called "Hats Off to
America, It's a Great Country," ending with the line:
"If this be flag-waving,
But patriotic anthems were never his forte. If you want to read a classic Irving Berlin lyric,
try this one from "Let Me Sing and I'm Happy":
"What care I who makes the laws of a nation.
Mostly he tried patriotic music because of the success of "God Bless America."
"And it was a very ordinary patriotic song," he said near the end of his life, "that any child
could have written. Land that I love'? What child couldn't write that? It was the timing that
counted."
Don't we know it.
© Copyright 2001
United Press International and Joe Bob Briggs
"Inside a wooden hut.
"I love them all,
"They all love me,
"It's very lovely
"But
"Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning,
"Oh, how I'd rather stay in bed,
"But the hardest blow of all,
"Is to hear the bugle call:
"You've gotta get up,
"You've gotta get up,
"You've gotta get up this morning.
"Someday I'm going to murder the bugler,
"Someday they're going to find him dead,
"I'll amputate his reveille,
"And step upon it heavily,
"And spend the rest of my life in bed."
"The guy who gets the bugler up,
"And spend the rest of my life in bed."
"Do you know of a better flag to wave?"
"Let those who will, take care of its rights and wrongs.
"What care I who cares--for the world's affairs,
"As long as I can sing its popular songs."