William Harvey Reflects on Sept. 11 Experience

William Harvey

William Harvey

On this week’s show, we reconnect with 26-year-old violinist and Cultures in Harmony founder, William Harvey. William first appeared on From the Top’s pilot episode and returns to the show as part of our special 10th anniversary alumni spotlight series.

You can listen to the episode at fromthetop.org and learn more about William’s mission to bring about peace through music.

This spring, William will begin a new adventure. He writes:

The Ministry of Education of the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan has offered me the post of Violin and Viola Teacher, and I am honored and thrilled to accept.

Living in Afghanistan, I will have the opportunity to test the belief that animates every Cultures in Harmony project: that music can help bring peace to our world.

In no project that Cultures in Harmony has attempted will this belief be as tested as it will in Kabul. One American violinist will move to Afghanistan at the same time as thousands of American troops. The people of Afghanistan have been outraged as our weapons continue to injure and kill innocent civilians. If there is one country where the United States has not begun to recover its reputation in the age of Obama, it would be Afghanistan.

Yet most people in Afghanistan yearn for peace and friendship. They want to bring the culture of music—a culture that the Taliban drove underground—back to their country. One of the reasons I founded Cultures in Harmony was an article that appeared in the New York Times on November 20, 2001. It quoted a 16-year-old named Ajmal from Jalalabad: “We are searching for any kind of music. It’s been six years since I heard music. There are no words to explain the happiness I think I will feel when I hear it.”

While in Afghanistan, I will teach violin and viola privately, help start an orchestra and chamber ensembles, and perform alongside local musicians. I look forward to learning how to play Afghan music, and I will do my best to speak Dari. I will also continue the vital work of Cultures in Harmony by enjoying access to high-speed internet and telecommunications. Our projects in 2010 will proceed as planned.

I will depart in March 2010.

You can follow William in his new mission in Afghanistan at: http://harmonybeat.blogspot.com/

This week’s show also references William’s experience, as an 18-year-old Juilliard student, playing for recovery workers following the September 11th attacks.  The following essay was published in numerous publications.

September 17, 2001

Yesterday I had probably the most incredible and moving experience of my life. The Juilliard School organized a quartet to go play at the Armory. The Armory is a huge military building where families of people missing from Tuesday’s disaster go to wait for news of their loved ones. Entering the building was very difficult emotionally, because the entire building (the size of a city block) was covered with missing posters. Thousands of posters, spread out up to eight feet above the ground, each featuring a different, smiling, face.

I made my way into the huge central room and found my Juilliard buddies. For two hours we sight-read quartets (with only three people!), and I don’t think I will soon forget the grief counselor from the Connecticut State Police who listened the entire time, or the woman who listened only to “Memory” from Cats, crying the whole time.

At 7:00 p.m., the other two players had to leave; they had been playing at the Armory since 1:00 and simply couldn’t play any more. I volunteered to stay and play solo, since I had just got there. I soon realized that the evening had just begun for me: a man in fatigues who introduced himself as Sergeant Major asked me if I’d mind playing for his soldiers as they came back from digging through the rubble at Ground Zero.

Masseuses had volunteered to give his men massages, he said, and he didn’t think anything would be more soothing than getting a massage and listening to violin music at the same time. So at 9:00 p.m. I headed up to the second floor as the first men were arriving. From then until 11:30 I played everything I could do for memory: Bach B Minor Partita, Tchaikovsky Concerto, Dvorak Concerto, Paganini Caprices 1 and 17, Vivaldi Winter and Spring, Theme from Schindler’s List, Tchaikovsky Melodie, Meditation from Thais, Amazing Grace, My Country ‘Tis of Thee, Turkey in the Straw, Bile Them Cabbages Down.

Never have I played for a more grateful audience. Somehow it didn’t matter that, by the end, my intonation was shot and I had no bow control. I would have lost any competition I was playing in, but it didn’t matter.The men would come up the stairs in full gear, remove their helmets, look at me, and smile.

At 11:20, I was introduced to Col. Slack, head of the division. After thanking me, he said to his friends, “Boy, today was the toughest day yet. I made the mistake of going back into the pit, and I’ll never do that again.” Eager to hear a first-hand account, I asked, “What did you see?” He stopped, swallowed hard, and said, “What you’d expect to see.” The Colonel stood there as I played a lengthy rendition of Amazing Grace which he claimed was the best he’d ever heard. By this time it was 11:30, and I didn’t think I could play anymore. I asked Sergeant Major if it would be appropriate if I played The National Anthem. He shouted above the chaos of the milling soldiers to call them to attention, and I played The National Anthem as the 300 men of the 69th Division saluted an invisible flag.

After shaking a few hands and packing up, I was prepared to leave when one of the privates accosted me and told me the Colonel wanted to see me again. He took me down to the War Room, but we couldn’t find the Colonel, so he gave me a tour of the War Room. It turns out that the division I played for is the Famous Fighting 69th, the most decorated division in the U.S. Army. He pointed out a letter from Abraham Lincoln offering his condolences after the Battle of Antietam — the 69th suffered the most casualties of any division at that historic battle. Finally, we located the Colonel.

After thanking me again, he presented me with the coin of the regiment. “We only give these to someone who’s done something special for the 69th,” he informed me. He called over the division’s historian to tell me the significance of all the symbols on the coin. As I rode the taxi back to Juilliard (free, of course, since taxi service is free in New York right now) I was numb. Not only was this evening the proudest I’ve ever felt to be an American, it was my most meaningful as a musician and a person as well. At Juilliard, kids are hypercritical of each other and very competitive. The teachers expect, and in most cases get, technical perfection. But this wasn’t about that. The soldiers didn’t care that I had so many memory slips I lost count. They didn’t care that when I forgot how the second movement of the Tchaikovsky went, I had to come up with my own insipid improvisation until I somehow (and I still don’t know how) got to a cadence. I’ve never seen a more appreciative audience, and I’ve never understood so fully what it means to communicate music to other people.

And how did it change me as a person? Let’s just say that, next time I want to get into a petty argument about whether Richter or Horowitz was better, I’ll remember that when I asked the Colonel to describe the pit formed by the tumbling of the Towers, he couldn’t. Words only go so far, and even music can only go a little further from there.

-William Harvey

5 Responses

  1. This note is for Mr. William Harvey,

    I am on a bus from Philadelphia to New York. I came across your account of your service to the 69th regiment during the tragedy that befell us on September 11th. I was so moved by your experience and what you learned that day as a young man and musician. I am so very proud of you and grateful that you were among the many great Americans that us all pull through such harrowing moment in our lives.

    All the best,
    Terry
    Medford, MA

  2. Thank you William … and good luck on your journey in Afghanistan. Keep the Vision! Guard it with your life!

    Julie Wolf
    Skype me : juliewolf

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  5. [...] .Never have I played for a more grateful audience. Somehow it didn’t matter that, by the end, my intonation was shot and I had no bow control. I would have lost any competition I was playing in, but it didn’t matter.The men would come up the stairs in full gear, remove their helmets, look at me, and smile. I realized at that point that I would no longer be comfortable with one of the niche careers where you search around for a job, and you get it or not. It’s wonderful… but what about changing the world through music?” Click here to continue reading. [...]

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