Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Sarasota: Harpist Ann Hobson Pilot on Overcoming Racism in Classical Music: Pilot was the first Black female principal player in a major symphony orchestra.

 Ann Hobson Pilot
(Michael Kinsey)

By Heather Dunhill 9/1/2020

Ann Hobson Pilot is a classical music legend. A veteran harpist, she was the first Black female principal player in a major symphony orchestra. She also boasts an extensive international solo career, with eight albums to her name.

Pilot holds three honorary doctorates, as well as the Gold Baton from the League of American Orchestras, which puts her in the company of greats like Leonard Bernstein, Aaron Copland and Yo-Yo Ma. She is the only harpist on the list.

She has taught at the New England Conservatory of Music, Boston University, State College of Florida, Tanglewood Music Center and the Boston University Tanglewood Institute. She also mentors musicians of color and those in underserved communities. In 2011, she was the subject of a documentary, A Harpist’s Legacy: Ann Hobson Pilot and the Sound of Change, which aired on PBS stations nationwide. And in 2016, she played at the opening of the National Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington, D.C.

Now 76 years old and retired, Pilot lives in Osprey with her husband, Prentice.

You attended grade and high schools during a tumultuous time. By your senior year, you were considered a concert-caliber artist. What was it like growing up in Philadelphia as a young girl with spectacular talent?

“My father was in the Army, so my family lived in Germany until 1952, when I was between the ages of 5 and 9. I attended Army schools. It was very different there than in the United States—not as much race consciousness.

I first studied piano as a child because my mother was a concert pianist. It wasn’t until I was 14 that I took up the harp while I attended the Philadelphia High School for Girls, the same school my mother and older sister attended. There were just a few Blacks in school. The white kids couldn’t seem to grasp the idea of a Black girl playing the harp. I would hear, ‘Only angels play the harp, who ever heard of a Black angel?’

However, it wasn’t only the children who doubted my ability. One afternoon, I went over to the home of a white friend who played the harp as well. When she left the room, her mother pointed to a portrait on the wall of a white woman, with long blond hair, playing the harp, and she said, ‘See, she is what a harpist is supposed to look like.’ I was shocked that she said that to me. What did she want me to do, quit?”

What was your first foray into playing professionally?

“I began with concerts at school and church. When I graduated, I attended the Philadelphia Musical Academy, where a violin instructor recommended me for a couple gigs at the Latin Casino, a Philadelphia-area nightclub. I was 18, and I played with three acts there that requested the harp: Peggy Lee, Andy Williams, and Johnny Mathis. I will always remember how, when Mathis would sing ‘Chances Are,’ he brought the mic over and sang to me on bended knee. I had to concentrate on my playing! Then, he would turn to the audience and say, ‘And she’s only 18, folks.’”

You attended the Cleveland Institute of Music. What was your first experience there like?

“In 2018, I gave the commencement speech at the institute. While preparing my remarks, I recalled something I had long forgotten. I don’t think I ever even shared it with my parents.

“My parents drove me up to the Case Western [Reserve University] dorms, where a lot of the Cleveland Institute of Music students stay. The dorm mother showed me to my room, where I met my roommate and unpacked. Then my parents took me to dinner. By the time I returned, my roommate had moved out. She told the room mother she would not room with a Black person.”

In 1962, famed harpist Alice Chalifoux took you under her wing. What was the experience like as her only Black student?

“There’s no doubt in my mind that Miss Chalifoux had reservations about me; she was born and raised in Birmingham, Alabama. Sometimes during a lesson, when she thought I was playing especially well, she would say, ‘Annie’— she called me Annie — ‘when you were playing just now, I forgot that you were Black for a minute.’

Now, we could go into a whole dialogue about what that means. For instance, when you listen to music, do you see color? But I accepted her ways because she was the best instructor. She recognized my talent, she was in my corner, and I wanted to be the best harpist I could become.

Our relationship was very congenial, and we were friends until her death. She lived more than 100 years. She was so much a part of my life that her daughter, Alyce, and I are still connected.”

In 1966, you became the first Black musician at the Washington National Symphony, not long after the Philadelphia race riots in your hometown. What was it like to enter the exclusively white world of classical music at that time?

“Fortunately, I had plenty of experience with this, because just about every school I attended was predominantly white, even camp—the harp world was all white. Still, this didn’t freak me out. Playing the harp was what I wanted to do, and I thought the prejudice was more other people’s problems than mine.”

Where did you find this strength?

“Definitely from my mother. She was a strong woman who lived in the white world of classical music herself. My mother wanted us to know that we were not less than others, but also that we certainly should not think that we were better.”

In 1969, you made history when you accepted a position with the Boston Symphony Orchestra, the first Black female member. You spent the next four decades there—29 years as principal harpist—until your retirement in 2009. What was your first day like?

“I arrived early to tune the harp and warm up. I remember how impressed I was with the beautiful hall and its acoustics. I thought, ‘Wow, this is fantastic.’

Not long after, an elderly man—a longtime member who thought he owned the place—came charging up to the stage. I expected him to say something like, ‘Welcome to the orchestra.’ Was I wrong!

What he said was, ‘You must fry some mean chicken.’ In disbelief, I said, ‘Excuse me?’ So he repeated it. By the third time, I responded with, ‘As a matter of fact, I do.’ I worked with him for about 20 years, and whenever he spoke to me, it had to do with race.”

Did the orchestra come to accept the color of your skin?

“Most were polite, but I did have to stand up for myself. There was one incident when a [male] orchestra member, a percussionist, was in the hallway, surrounded by women, holding court. Black composer Olly Wilson and I had finished our performance and were leaving. I had my coat on when the orchestra member said, ‘Why do all the [n-words] leave early?’

The women gasped, while I turned to glare at him. The next day, I forcefully told him, ‘Don’t you ever use that word in front of me again.’ To his credit, he did not. If he did, I would have reported his behavior. Those are the kind of experiences that only Black members of the orchestra had to deal with.”

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