Lucy Dacus Writes Essay on Woodstock for The New York Times
The singer re-examines the festival to remind us that it wasn't all "peace and love"
Photo by Elizabeth Weinberg
Lucy Dacus penned an essay titled “Woodstock, a Utopia? Not for Every Generation” for The New York Times regarding the heavily documented original 1969 festival and its recently cancelled 2019 iteration. The op-ed was published on the paper’s website Tuesday ahead of its appearance in Sunday’s print edition.
In the opening paragraphs, Dacus recalled her first time visiting Woodstock, and how “hippie day” at her elementary school was based on television portrayals and “veiled anecdotes” from parents. She explored the idea of Americans still capitalizing off of Woodstock, and not fully examining or remembering the less joyous or groovy aspects of the festival.
I wrote about Woodstock, which ought to be scrutinized more thoroughly than it has been. Thank you for inviting my opinion, @nytimes. https://t.co/R4RFOO621E
— Lucy Dacus (@lucydacus) August 6, 2019
Dacus mentioned the often-forgotten death of Raymond Mizsak, how the land Woodstock was held on most likely belonged to the indigenous Lenape tribe and the violent history behind Woodstock ‘99, writing:
I appreciate what I understand about its context as a countercultural respite in the face of the Vietnam War, the trials of Civil Rights activism and the Free Love movement. Peace meant something very specific in the U.S. in August 1969. But the call for peace rings hollow today when the past and future so miss the mark.
Hundreds of years before the festival, the land where Woodstock was hosted was likely the domain of the indigenous Lenape tribe. At the festival, 17-year-old Raymond Mizsak was run over by a tractor in his sleep and killed. The attempt to recreate the festival at Woodstock ’99 was marked by violence, destruction, rape and arson.
If we are going to look back, we ought to take the opportunity to uncover more of the picture rather than allow the story to be further distorted. We should invite the voices who know the stories we haven’t heard yet to speak. It is an insult to the significance of the event to regurgitate its meaning solely through an aesthetic lens, so that its impact is reduced to fashion—flower crowns and paisley prints.