Cornel West has been a professor at Princeton, Harvard and Union Theological Seminary recently talked about his mother in an interview broadcast on PBS. It was clear that she was the most important woman in his life, and always had been, even though he was married 3 times.
On PBS West said his mom was,
“kind of a walking truth and beauty and grounded in the holy, because she believed fundamentally as a Christian woman, as a black woman coming out of Jim Crow Louisiana…She wanted to open herself, to empty herself, to donate herself, to give herself to make the world a better place. She understood if the kingdom of God is within you that everywhere you go you are going to leave a little heaven behind. And any time anybody sees me, they see her because I have to try to do that in my life–leaving a little bit of heaven behind. It could be Socratic heaven, it could be prophetic heaven, it could be a little Richard Pryor comic heaven, but somehow we have to help empower somebody to make the world better and to come along. Make sure you leave the world just a little more sweet and joyful then when you found it. That’s mom. That’s Irene B. West. Nobody like her. One of a kind.”
I only have one small addition to that, because I never knew his mother. I don’t know him. I have heard him on radio and television a few times and I have heard him speak in person at Arizona State University. But one thing I do know, he sure loved his Mom.
Sometimes you don’t have to go very far on a religious quest. Look close to home. In fact, West made me think of my mother and my mother-in-law. They are the two most amazing women I have ever met. Neither of them ever made grandiose statements about what great Christians they were. And they were great Christians. In simple everyday ways, both of them were transfused with the best of religion and by that I mean simple but unequalled compassion for others. Thats what I think it means to walk truth and beauty and be grounded in the holy.
Hans Erich, as your mother called you – your mother was a great friend of mine. She was the first person who greeted Ric and me at Grace and her friendship just keep on coming! She could make me feel so special just by chatting with me, making me feel comfortable at a women’s meeting and helping with anything – volunteering your dad to paint Sunday school chairs, to teaching and helping a group of women make fancy sandwiches for a Christmas tea. She was up for it all. Yes, she most certainly lived her Christianity simply by doing whatever she felt had to be done! Thanks for your story!
she was an inspiration