The Freedom Singers - Present Day Freedom Singers

Present Day Freedom Singers

"The Freedom Singers" that are still alive continue to be active in society, and continue to perform. Rutha Mae Harris, Charles Neblett, Dr. Bernice Johnson Reagon, and her daughter Toshi Reagon performed at the White House for President Obama in 2010 at an event commemorating the civil rights movement called "A Celebration of Music from the Civil Rights Movement".

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