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Maslanka - Remember Me featuring Austin Huntington, cello

The UIndy Symphonic Wind Ensemble is joined by cello faculty member Austin Huntington for David Maslanka's beautiful fantasia "Remember Me". The composer writes: We see history as over and done with; nothing can be done about it, so just let it go. Yet certain events hand there – Hiroshima, the Holocaust, exterminations the world over – that are not finished, and will not be put aside. In our family relationships, when a parent or other significant person dies, we think, well, that’s the end, further relationship is not possible. But that is not the case. The death is often the beginning of understanding, of softening, loosening, and a realization of love beyond the tangle of personal issues. In finding rest we give rest to the departed. The journey of transforming personal pain is the journey of transforming the pain of the world. For many years I have experience and urgent desire to understand the roots of violence. I have read extensively on war – the American Revolution, the Civil War (Lincoln, slavery, and the echoes that continue to the present day), the wars of the 20th century, especially World War II and the Holocaust. Confronted with the deaths of five million Jews we don’t know what to do. Confronted with a single death we can open in compassion and sorrow. I have recently read The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich by William L. Shirer. On page 961 begins the description of a “comparatively minor” mass execution. At the Nuremburg trials a sworn affidavit was read from a witness to the execution at Dubno in the Ukraine of the town’s 5000 Jews: …My forman and I went directly to the pits. I heard rifle shots in quick succession from behind one of the earth mounds. The people who had got off the trucks – men, women, and children of all ages – had to undress upon the order of an S.S. man who carried a riding or dog whip. They had to put down their clothes a fixed places, sorted according to shoes, top clothing and underclothing. I saw a heap of shoes of about 800 to 1000 pairs, great piles of under-linen and clothing. Without screaming or weeping these people undressed, stood around in family groups, kissed each other, said farewells and waited for a sign from another S.S. man, who stood near the pit. also with a ship in his hand. During the fifteen minutes that I stoop near the pit I heard no complaint or plea for mercy… An old woman with snow-white hair was holding a one-year-old child in her arms and singing to it and tickling it. The child was cooing with delight. The parents were looking on with tears in their eyes. The father was holding the hand of a boy of about ten years old and speaking to him softly; the boy was fighting his tears. The father pointed to the sky, stroked his head and seemed to explain something to him. At that moment the S.S. man at the pit shouted something to his comrade. The latter counted off about twenty persons and instructed them to go behind the earth mound… I walked around the mound and found myself confronted by a tremendous grave. People were wedged together and lying on top of each other so that only their heads were visible. Nearly all had blood running over their shoulders from their heads…I looked for the man who did the shooting. He was an S.S. man who sat at the edge of the narrow end of the pit, his feet dangling into the pit. He had a tommy gun on his knees and was smoking a cigarette… On reading this I was deeply drawn in, without knowing where I was going or why. I know that something of this had to be spoken through me in musical sound. Musical vibration heals. There was the realization that this music was for the little child. The child’s life remembered in this way is that life redeemed; it is evil transformed; it is my own life transformed and redeemed. -- More about cellist Mr. Austin Huntington: https://www.austinhuntington.com More videos from the UIndy Symphonic Wind Ensemble:    • Symphonic Wind Ensemble