To be honest about it, this article that you are reading today had its genesis over sixty-seven years ago, when yours truly was conceived and born in the year of 1951.
Recently, at a special session of the United Methodist Church’s General Conference (that convened in St. Louis, Missouri), an attempt was made to lift the denomination’s band on same-sex marriage and LGBT clergy.
Due to the fact that ever since my father was a young man, in his mid-twenties, working under the tutelage of Mr. J. E. Thomas (a white bricklayer and contractor), construction and building has been a part of my family’s professional and occupational legacy and tradition.
In the third installment of my tribute to Black History Month, I am going to focus my attention on African-Americans, who were the first of their race in Dillon County to achieve or accomplish something that was truly noteworthy and historical.
Recently, we lost a man who, in my estimation, was a genuine hero and role model for all of us in Dillon County, especially the African-American community.
I do not believe that it would be right or historically accurate for me to share memories of my childhood without including some of the naughty, dastardly deeds that I either perpetrated individually or those I was a participant in.
These underappreciated, undervalued, and underpaid professionals are the unsung heroes and heroines in the stories of so many of our lives, particularly African-American lives like mine that arose in the era prior to the major accomplishments of the Civil Rights Movement in the rural South.
In my column last week, I shared some excerpts from my autobiographical book, Growing Old in Newtown.