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49 Years On: Remembering Shirley Graham Du Bois Beyond the Shadow of History

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History often remembers Shirley Graham Du Bois as the wife of W.E.B. Du Bois. But she was never just that. Today, March 27, 2026 marks 49 years since her passing.
Long before her name became permanently linked to one of the most influential intellectuals of the twentieth century, Shirley Graham Du Bois had already established herself as a formidable force in her own right. She was a writer, a composer, a playwright, and a political thinker whose work engaged deeply with questions of race, identity, and liberation.Yet, like many women in history, her story has often been told in relation to someone else.
It is a familiar pattern. Proximity to greatness becomes a substitute for recognition. But in Shirley’s case, that framing does her a disservice. She was not adjacent to history. She was actively shaping it.
Before she ever became Mrs. Du Bois, she was Shirley Graham. A woman navigating and challenging the cultural and political landscapes of her time. Her work in theatre and music was not simply artistic expression. It was a deliberate intervention. Through her plays and compositions, she explored Black life with urgency and depth, insisting on narratives that were often ignored or suppressed.
Art, for her, was not separate from activism. It was one of its most powerful forms. She understood that culture could move people in ways that politics alone could not. And so she used it, strategically and unapologetically, to advance a broader vision of Black dignity and self-definition. She did not wait to be invited into conversations. She created them.
What makes her story even more compelling is not only who she was, but the choices she made. At a time when Africa was still emerging from the shadows of colonial rule, when many in the diaspora viewed the continent through distance or uncertainty, Shirley Graham Du Bois made a deliberate decision to align her life with Africa’s future.
Together with her husband, and within the wider vision of leaders such as Kwame Nkrumah, she saw in Ghana something far greater than geography. She saw possibility. Ghana, newly independent and filled with ambition, represented a bold experiment in Black self-governance and cultural renewal. It was a place where history could be rewritten by those who lived it. For Shirley Graham Du Bois, this was not symbolic. It was personal. Ghana was not where she ended up. It was where she believed the future was.
In choosing Ghana, she became part of a broader movement that connected Africa to its diaspora in a deeply intentional way. Intellectuals, artists, and activists were reimagining identity, belonging, and purpose across borders.
Within this space, she lived, worked, and contributed to a growing cultural and intellectual energy that defined Ghana in its early post-independence years. And then, as life would have it, she remained. Today, she rests in Ghana. A country she chose at a defining moment in history.
At the W.E.B. Du Bois Memorial Centre for Pan-African Culture, her story lives on. Visitors walk the grounds, observe the mausoleum, and encounter the legacy of W.E.B. Du Bois in ways that are both educational and reflective.
As the institution mandated to manage, preserve, and transform this historic site, the W.E.B. Du Bois Museum Foundation carries a responsibility that goes beyond conservation. It is a responsibility to tell the full story, while advancing a vision to transform the Centre into a world-class museum, research, and cultural complex that reflects the global significance of both W.E.B. Du Bois and Shirley Graham Du Bois.
And within that story, Shirley Graham Du Bois must be seen. She chose Ghana. She lived here. She rests here. Yet how often do we remember her not as an extension of someone else’s legacy, but as a force in her own right?
In our efforts to honour great men, history has sometimes asked women to stand just slightly out of frame. Their contributions remain, but their visibility fades. Shirley’s story challenges that pattern. It asks us to reconsider how we remember, how we tell stories, and how we assign significance. Because to remember her fully is not to diminish anyone else. It is to complete the story.
There is also something deeply relevant about her decision to choose Ghana. In a time where conversations about identity, belonging, and diaspora continue to evolve, her life offers a perspective that feels both historical and immediate. She did not approach Africa as an abstract idea or a distant origin. She approached it as a living, evolving space. A place where she could belong, contribute, and help shape the future.
That distinction matters. It reframes Ghana not simply as a place of heritage, but as a place of purpose. It reinforces the idea that the relationship between Africa and its diaspora is not static. It is dynamic, intentional, and continually being shaped by those who choose it.
Shirley Graham Du Bois chose it. To remember her is not simply an act of tribute. It is an act of recognition. It is to acknowledge a woman who understood, perhaps earlier than many, that Africa was not only a point of origin, but a place of possibility. It is to recognise her as a cultural force, a political thinker, and a Pan-Africanist whose life extended far beyond any single title.
And it is to ask ourselves whether we have told her story with the fullness it deserves. The question is no longer who Shirley Graham Du Bois was. History has already answered that. The question now is whether we are prepared to remember her as she truly was. Not in the shadow of another name, but in the clarity of her own. Because she did not simply accompany history. She helped shape it. And she chose Ghana as the place to do so.
By: Terry Mingle
PR and Communications Specialist
W.E.B. Du Bois Museum Foundation
Email: terry.mingle@webdbmf.org
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The eye is indeed the lamp of the body
There is a scripture that is found in Matthew 6:22 which says that the lamp of the body is the eye and therefore the eye must see well to enable the body to get to its destination.
What most people do not know is that behind the scenes, there is a strong interaction between the eyes and the brain before a picture becomes clear. The state of mind therefore is crucial to the eye seeing clearly to enable the body to process accurately the information the eyes are feeding it for proper identification of what the eyes see.
This is similar to how a person behaves i.e. what informs the decisions that forms in the mind that results in the actions that a person performs. The actions of a person does not therefore just happen but is as a result of things that went on in the mind, which in most cases resulted from information passed on to it by the eyes either consciously or unconsciously.
There are so many issues that affect our society which makes one wonder, whether the people who displayed such acts were created by someone or something other than God.
How can a person see a beach created by God with beautiful beaches and fresh air blowing all around, decides to defecate at such places, and therefore desecrate the environment? lt is simply mind boggling?
When other people in other countries who dwell on the coast are using their beaches for tourist attraction purposes as a means of livelihood and also to promote environmental health, some people living around our beaches, have turned them into rubbish dumping sites and toilets.
It is a very sad situation and the earlier we did something about it the better. It is a national emergency that must engage the attention, first of the government and then the citizenry, where religious bodies and NGOs must play a critical role.
The things we focus on in this country, needs to be addressed. Our minds which processes the info the eyes send to the brain, must be disciplined. There are certain behaviours that a disciplined mind can ignore even when the eye has provided info to the brain. One of the things a disciplined mind does, is the avoidance of a second look, which is critical for every person who wants to avoid adultery or fornication.
Once a person is not blind, he will see things. The boobs, the ‘shankus’, the coca cola shapes, the light complexioned, the dark complexioned etc. the eyes will definitely see and report same to the brain. What the brain or the mind decides to do or instructs the eye to do is the issue.
It can decide to instruct the eye to take a second look and let the mind drool over it or say ignore it and that will be the end.
If the mind becomes trained to focus on environmental issues like clean environment, the eyes will automatically be reporting on insanitary conditions to the brain as and when it sees them. The mind will pay attention to such data and begin to process them and to identify solutions to deal with the reported insanitary conditions.
There is the need to encourage citizens to train the mind to focus on the right thing so that in tandem with the eyes, focus will be maintained. When the mind is so trained, it communicates with the eye to also focus on hood things that helps in both are spiritual life and our secular lives, for indeed the eyes are the lamp of the body. God bless.
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Arming the Sikaman journalists to the teeth

THE relationship between New Times Corporation (NTC) and African Concrete Productions (ACP) is based entirely on matters of the stomach. Each depends on the other in a dietary symbiosis, reinforced by the close proximity of each other
At lunchtime, you’d see a particular set of Times workers marching regimentally to ACP to face the wall. You’d think they are soldiers. It has long been declared that the company manufactures the best kokonte in the Greater Accra Region. ACP is, therefore, a culinary haven for those NTC kokonte fans, both male and female.
As the NTC kokonte warriors cross the border to ACP, you’d see some ACP banku fanatics dancing joyously to NTC. They are lucky folks because they do not have to obtain visa to enter into ‘Times’ to attack the balls of banku with precision and accuracy. They also claim that the lightsoup at ‘Times’ is arguably the best in West Africa.
So the relationship between the two entities was quite cordial and based practically on stomach palaver, until ACP workers staged an industrial revolution, whereupon the managing director, accountant and estate manager were allegedly stripped naked and locked up in a room. An insurgency had began in earnest.
An ACP worker came to ‘Times’, this time not to eat banku and okro. He had come to inform newsmen that juicy stuff awaited them at ACP. It could make a front page lead story.
A camerawoman and a female reporter were accordingly dispatched to go and bring back news, juicy news as juicy as kokonte and groundnut soup.
I was driving to work when I espied the familiar camerawoman clicking away outside the ACP premises. I didn’t see any ‘Times’ reporter but angry workers who were on the verge of getting violent. I slowed down and the driver behind blew his horn at me like a lunatic. I drove on.
Later, I heard the reporter and camerawoman were harassed and brutalised. The report came,. “The camerawoman, Mrs Salome Adonu-Agbottah and reporter Mrs Doreen Allotey, in an attempt to retrieve the camera which the workers had seized from them were severely beaten. They were manhandled and almost pushed into a big gutter opposite the company’s premises.
BRUISES
“….The camerawoman had bruises on her body, her hand bag was destroyed and the money in it stolen. Mrs Allotey’s watch was also snatched and her feet stamped on.”
Luckily, it was not her nose that was trampled upon. She has a beautiful nose.
The bad news was received with extreme sorrow. If the victims had been men, it would not have seemed too bad. But to brutalise women is just unacceptable. The New Times Corporation has not stopped mourning the incident which has been condemned in many circles.
Some people keep asking me why Times sent females to cover a potentially violent demonstration. I tell them they might as well ask why CNN’s amazon, Christina Amanpour, is assigned to cover the carnage in Bosnia-Herzegovina and Rwanda. She is always on the frontline in jeans and jacket.
Journalism is a potentially hazardous profession, and once you accept to study and practise the trade, you might as well bone up to face any assignment as long as your superiors feel you are capable of handling it or you have demonstrated the capacity to handle it. Both males and females can be assigned anywhere, anytime just like policemen and women are assigned.
The only difference between cops and pressmen is that the latter are armed only with a pen and the former with a gun. The question is should newsmen also arm themselves so that in any event of an assault they would not be found wanting in self-defence? They can’t adequately defend themselves with a pen and a jotter. A pen cannot even disfigure an opponent’s upper lip.
Photo-journalists have particularly suffered violence. Spectator ace-cameraman Vincent Dzatse was severely assaulted by AMA men when he attempted to take pictures of their indiscretions.
Sports cameraman, P. K. Arthur has been beaten more than once at the sports stadium when riots errupted and he wanted to capture it on his lenses.
Some sports journalists have been banned from entering the Accra Sports Stadium by supporters because in their comments, they didn’t write “sense”. Some supporters once nearly lynched Christian Abbew, Spectator Sports Editor, near a courtroom. He was stoned like the biblical Stephen. He had gone to defend a contempt charge.
I think it is time journalists met and discussed how best to defend themselves in any event of an attack by individuals or mobs. In the pursuance of their duty, they must be free from harassment and assault.
Some journalists go to work and return home with a black-eye or a double fore-head. It is just not right. Something has to be done about it. I think journalists should be armed. But first we must be trained in the use of firearms so that our warning shot do not hit below the belt. What about training in Kung Fu?
This article was first published on Saturday, October 17, 1998.








