Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day, is usually what they say, on this day. But when moms are gone they say something a little different. Roses are beautiful flowers but they still have thorns. Moms do the best they can. They give birth to the world and they nurture the little ones until it time for them to fly.


I came in from Philadelphia PA., one sister drove from Louisiana with her family and my oldest sister flew in from California along with my older brother and his wife. We had all come to make sure mom got situated in the nursing home in Detroit MI. We sat in the dinning area while they got her ready to meet us. I’m glad it was a nice sunny day in the summertime.

To me she will always be the country girl from Mississippi who had so many kids she barely knew what to do. I’m the ninth of 14. We were never all raised together at one time, but we all came from the same womb. However, I was my father’s only son.

Mom had it rough growing up, but she always tried to keep it light. She called the bus the ‘Iron Pimp’. It didn’t arrive on schedule, but it always came just in time. At the age of 90 she passed on to glory, and because I blogged, I get to tell her story.

Her mother died when she was only eight, and she only knew of her father. She was raised by her Aunt and Uncle who didn’t treat her right so she got married at a young age and started having babies to get away from them.

Her husband started to beat her and when he said he would kill her, she believed him, and left in the middle of the night, to travel North. Any young mother would be sad if she had to leave her five kids in the middle of the night, but it was basic survival that made her do what she did.

She went to Chicago IL but then settled in Detroit MI  because she felt safer. She never got married but kept having babies. I grew up basically with a younger brother and one sister. I learned about the others, over time. When I was nine she got sick and we were sent to live with our separate fathers. I didn’t know it at the time but she must have been pregnant.

Her and my dad decided to let me stay with him. It was a wake up call for me. She would buy me stuff to shut me up, and he wouldn’t, to toughen me up. He was a WW II veteran and knew about discipline. It was a good turning point for me.

When pop got me a good bike, I would ride to wherever my mom had moved to, in the city. I knew I could always get a good hot meal and a warm hug. And even to this day, my best friend could tell you what she would always say, “Be safe and don’t get in no trouble.”

I spent nine years with mom and the next nine years with pop but I always stayed in touch with mom, once I got my wheels. She always wished she had done better, but pop made sure I did better, because I was forced to study and stay out of trouble.

As a result three things happened; I stayed out of trouble, I worked in the factory during my last year of high school and I still graduated on time.

At her funeral I learned the rest of her story. The father she never really knew, was a Native American who kept track of all his off spring during his life-time and when my mom was born in 1919 she was the last of HIS 33 kids. Now I know how she could take the bus to work in the Detroit cold until her mid-eighties.

I dedicated my book to her : “Standing in the Shadows, Listening to the Greats!!!” which is only available through Blurb Publishing. I know she must be smiling in heaven because I’m passing down her story. I didn’t earn Air Force ‘wings’ but I earned my Sergeant Stripes and wore Army Bars.


Bill Taylor was Between Two Worlds

The movie ‘Forrest Gump’ followed the fictional Southern boy from Alabama from childhood into adulthood as he traveled through the annuals of American history. Bill Taylor had his own story to tell, so he put it down on paper. He never learned how to write, so he began to draw and paint.

Bill Taylor was born into slavery around 1853 in rural Alabama. Even after the Civil War, Emancipation, Reconstruction, Jim Crow, and the Great Migration, he remained on the plantation as a share cropper for five decades. When he moved in his 80’s he found himself without work and homeless.

At the age of 86 he began to draw and paint. Self-taught he used whatever he could get his hand on; paper, paperboard, pieces of packing and even candy paper boxes. He lived during the peak lynching period in the South but never really showed it directly in his art work.

He died in 1949 around the age of 96, leaving behind hundreds of art works. It was his way of saying, “I am important, I have a point of view, I matter”.

The Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington D.C. held a retrospective of Taylor’s Art work and titled it ‘Bill Taylor: Between Two Worlds (the 19th & the  20th Century)  which featured 155 paintings and drawings which he recorded his time and place in history. The Smithsonian went on to say that, “His legacy will be known as the only artist who was enslaved at birth, to make a significant body of drawn and painted work”.

My mother was born in Mississippi in 1919 and she migrated North to escape an abusive relationship. She labored in the field, but I labored on the factory floor in Detroit Michigan. Her mother died when she was only eight years old, and she only knew of her father. She never learned how to drive but took public transportation to work into her mid-eighties. She made it to 90 years after giving birth to fourteen children.

I escaped the assembly line by joining the military. It was through divine intervention, that I missed the Vietnam War, but I was part of the Cold War in Europe. My mothers legacy passes through me. She never traveled that far but I travel half way around the world; seven countries on three separate continents in two branches of the military (US Air Force & US Army). She barley made it out of school, but I graduated from college. Now that I have written my book, I get to tell her story. Who is going to pass on your family history?


Profiles in Courage – Then and Now

CBS Sunday Morning featured a story about the ‘Profile in Courage Award’.  In 1989 the Kennedy family wanted to honor a citizen in public life for taking the high road even when it cost them dearly.


It’s a sterling silver lantern made by Tiffany’s which was designed by Edwin Schlossberg. It’s patterned after the lantern on the one of the oldest ships in the US Navy, a sail-powered, three-masted, heavy wooden hulled frigate also known as “Old Iron Sides”.  President George Washington named it after the United States Constitution.

John Kennedy had scarlet fever when he was young and had serious back problems when he got older. So in a way he had to fight just to stay alive. But he stood up against powerful interest in Massachusetts to fight for the St. Lawrence Seaway. He fought for a Labor Reform Act in 1959. He shouldered the blame for the failure for the Bay of Pigs incident. He forced the Soviet Union to withdraw their missile sites off the island of Cuba.

He wrote Profiles in Courage when he was recovering from a spinal injury. He chose to write about eight US Senators who stood up for what they thought was right even when it cost them dearly to include their jobs.

I walked past a book store and saw the book (Profiles in Courage) and bought it. As a baby boomer I remember the man who became the 35th President of the United States. At 43, he was the youngest President elected to the Oval Office and the youngest to die in office. He was assassinated on November 22, 1963 in Dallas Texas. I remember that day because I was still in junior high school in Detroit Michigan.

The list of recipients is long but I remember a few:

US Senators John McCain & Russell Feingold  in 1999 for Public Service in trying to get big business out of politics.


John Lewis in 2001 for Lifetime Achievement


Kofi Annan  in 2001 A Ghanaian Diplomat who served as the seventh Secretary-General of the UN from 1997 to 2006. Annan and the UN were also co-recipients of the 2001 Nobel Peace Prize.


Edward M. Kennedy in 2009 for a lifetime of public service.


Gabrielle Gifford in 2013 for demonstrating a fearless public advocacy for gun control after surviving an assassination attempt that left her with severe brain injury.


George H.W. Bush in 2013  (41st US President) for a lifetime of public service.


Barrack Obama in 2017 (44th US President) for his enduring commitment to Democratic ideals during trying times.


Mitch Landrieu in 2018 (Mayor of New Orleans) for rebuilding the city of New Orleans and removing Confederate Monuments in the city.


Nancy Pelosi in 2019 as the First Female Speaker of the House.


What kind of profile of courage will you perform?  You don’t have to be a public servant but you can be the leader of your family or your community. In a world where everybody wants to blend in, it take courage to stand out.


Up and coming artist was almost gone


CBS Sunday Morning did a story about an up and coming artist that was almost gone. Richard Phillips was an artist that was doing long time. As a result, he spent forty-five years in jail which made him the person who spent more time behind bars than any other “wrongfully imprisoned person in America”.


Phillips was a Detroit auto worker who was arrested and convicted of being involved with the murder of Gregory Harris in 1972. Fred Mitchell the victim’s brother-in-law accused Phillips and Richard Polombo of being the two people responsible for, the murder.

In 2010 after serving 38 years in jail, Polombo admitted he lied. Phillips didn’t have anything to do with the murder. However, Phillips didn’t hear about his confession until four years later. If not for the Michigan Innocence Clinic, Phillips would still be in jail.

The Michigan Innocence Clinic is an organization of law students that investigate and litigate cases on behalf of prisoners who have “new evidence” that they are innocence of the crime for which they have be imprisoned.

In 1990 Richard Phillips started painting to break up the monotony of doing long time. It was his salvation because he knew he was innocence. He told his attorney that he would rather die in prison than admit to a murder he did not commit. He started off painted water colored greeting cards for fellow inmates which allowed him to buy art supplies. Over a course of thirty years he developed a body of work.

The Wrongful Imprisonment Compensation Act in 2016 grants $50,000 for each year of wrongful imprisonment which means Phillips would be eligible to receive $2,250,000. When Phillips was convicted, he left behind a wife and two kids; age 4 and 2, they would now be 49 and 47 years old.

The system is broke and needs a fix. It could have happened to me. I’m from Detroit and I worked in the factory before I went off into the service after the 1967 Riots.


Telling my story.

I’ve written my book, now it’s time to tell my story. When we’re young, we want to blend in, but when we get older, we want to stand out. But I never wanted to be an “Ordinary Joe” because I was always on the go. I’ve been to seven different countries, on three separate continents, in two separate branches of the military (US Air Force and US Army).

Now I consider myself a “GI Joe“.  “Don’t get it twisted “,  I’m not stuck in a military past, but I’m using that military mind-set and discipline to build a brighter future. I think like a warrior and I patch my invisible shield everyday to reflect the negative news and nasty views and sharpen my sword (the power of the pen) by writing something  positive whenever I can. If you don’t stand for something, you will fall for whatever falls your way. It didn’t happen over-night, but it happened over time.

Below is photo of me taking a photo of the set-up at the Drexel University Dornsife Center in Philadelphia PA. before the book signing.  Top left –  book cover poster of Standing in the Shadows, Listening to the Greats!!!  Top right – Photo of the author holding “two working hats”: U.S.Air Force and U.S. Army.

On the bottom 2nd left is a photo of my mom  with her hands on her hips (who I dedicate the book to)who was still working at the age of 84 and still catching the bus to work in the cold Detroit winters. When she left us at the age of 90, I found out the rest of her story.  She gave birth to 14 children, but her mother died when she was only eight and she barely knew her father.

What he left her was his legacy. As a Native American from the Mississippi Delta, he kept count of all his children during his life-time and when my mother was born in 1919 she was the last of HIS 33 children.  Because I blogged and wrote a book I past on her legacy. I’m so glad I met Alex Haley, on one of his tours many years  long ago. Now I’m the one writing my story of my Roots. 20190316_123530_Burst01 (2)

Integrity, Character and Earnest Effort pay-off over time. As a writer and “almost poet” I like to rhyme, so things stick in my mind. YOU should learn to be as cold as ICE  (I-C-E), to make it through life and still be nice . Maintain your I – Integrity, build your C – Character and provide EEarnest Effort in everything you do.

The goal should be; take pride in everything you do!  It’s much more that the money you make, it’s WHAT the work/the time and the effort, makes of YOU. One of my mentors, the late great Jim Rohn said, “The question you should ask yourself at work, is not how much am I making? But what am I becoming because of the job?” 

If you feel stressed out and unappreciated, over time those things will affect your mine. Another mentor Les Brown said that, “More people have heart attacks on Monday morning than any other time of the week.”  They dread going to work so much that they die, before they can even show up.

I was raised by my mother, but I grew up with my dad. I was home along and in my last year of high school when the 1967 Detroit riots started. I was living with my dad at the time and he was out of town for that week-end.

It’s an event that is seared into my mind: 2,000 building were destroyed, 7,200 people were arrested, 1,100 people were injured, and 43 people were killed. I could have been one of those casualties, but only watched in amazement. As a result, I was able to escape the assembly line and join the military line.

Even though I was still in high school, I worked full time on the assembly line. I would catch a city bus in the morning and go to the other side of town, because my pop didn’t want me to go to the local high school. I would come home in the afternoon, do a little homework, then catch another bus to the other side of town to work on the 2nd shift. As a military veteran he knew about the power of association: We lived in the hood and he knew, a lot of the folks were “up to no good”.

I found that work on the line was a hard-daily grind. As a new hire you had to do whatever task you were assigned. At the beginning of the model year there were always gaps in the line, so you had a little time, but when they hit full production speed that was one vehicle produced every minute, which meant you had 60 seconds to complete your assigned task.

The older guys with seniority had easier task and had conditioned themselves to do their job. In the late 1960’s in Detroit you either worked in the plant with the union, you worked a low paying job with no labor union, you worked in an office somewhere or you hustled on the street. The money in the factory was fine, but I didn’t want to condition my mind, to continue that grind. My solution was to join the military, to use the GI bill to get a degree, so I could save my body and use what’s inside my head.

What are you willing to sacrifice in order to change the direction of YOUR life?  I decided to join the military during the Vietnam War. I had many friends and classmates that were being drafted and sent off to Southeast Asia to fight in the jungle. I enlisted, so I would have a little say.


The Navy was too much water for me. The Army and Marine Corp was too hard core.  I had already worked hard in the factory floor, but nobody was shooting at me. My logical choice was to join the Air Force, if I could get a good enough test score to get in.

I got in, and the adventure begin. I took my first plan ride to Basic Training in San Antonio Texas, then a bus ride to Advance Training in Wichita Falls in the same state, followed by a quick plane ride to a radar site in the middle of the desert in Nevada. Being assigned there was like being assigned to the moon; plenty of rocks and a lot of sand.

The next assignment took me over the pond (across the Atlantic Ocean). I wasn’t in the jungle, I was again in sand. This time it was Libya North Africa.   Col. Muammar Gadhafi had deposed Libya’s King Idris and wanted the US out of the country. I was assigned to help close the base.

The US base commander kept a lid on things and the base closed on time. His name, Col. Daniel “Chappie” James. To me he was just the base commander, who happen to be Black. I later found out that he was also a trail blazer. He was a Tuskegee Airman and a highly decorated combat pilot who later became the “First African American Four-Star General for the United States Air Force”.

I left Libya North Africa and was sent to East Germany; the Berlin wall was still standing tall. I learned a little German and moved off base. It’s where I developed a wider world view. I also moved up in rank (buck sergeant) but took a quick hardship discharge, to take care of my dad who suffered a stroke.

I returned home (Detroit) and went back to the factory but became an inspector, which meant I didn’t have to work as hard. But it was still the same repetitive grind.  Dad got better and a friend of his agreed to take over, so I could attend school.

I chose Drexel University in Philadelphia because they had a co-op program. Earning credentials AND related work experience sounded like a good deal to me. I went to a co-op high school in Detroit, that changed their co-op program right before I got there.

I chose a technical degree program at Drexel, but don’t have the aptitude, so I changed my major to business. Lesson learned – when you find yourself in left field, reel your own self in. My foot was in the door (I had been accepted) and I was going to give it my best effort.

I looked at my new schedule and that blue-collar attitude kicked in. By taking the right subjects I could graduate with a double major. It would just increase the power of my resume. I had gone to high school and worked on a full-time job and I still graduated on time. I was also a military veteran (Air Force) and had a different maturity level. I didn’t come to play, I was looking for the most bang for my buck!

Then one day I passed a sign on a wall. It read,” The more you look, the better it looks”. It was a sign for the R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corp).  I had prior military experience and became the P.A.V.E. coordinator (Program to Advance Veteran Education) as a work study job. I looked at it as another challenge and decided to give the R.O.T.C. program a try. It was Army and I had done Air Force time. But a few extra bucks would help me make it through this college grind.

As an active duty Army Quartermaster Officer, it was like attending grad school. Each assignment I had, was in logistic, but at different levels. In New Cumberland Army Depot, I worked mostly with civilians and a small military detachment. When I went to Germany, I worked with German Host Nation employees, a few military dependents and another small detachment of military.


When I got to Ft. Bragg N.C. (Home of the Airborne) it was all military. At Bragg you were either Airborne or you were a Super Leg. The four-mile run was how we all started our day. The military discipline of do what is required to accomplish your mission and take care of your men was now set in my mind.

When I started blogging it all came back to me. It was that taking pride in what I did, which lead me to choose personal development as my subject matter for my blogs.

I became the student and stood in the shadows, listening to the greats: The greats being, the best motivational speakers and thinkers of today and yesterday. I even met a few in person, over the years: Zig Ziglar, Les Brown, Darren Hardy, Vernice “Fly Girl” Armour and Tracey Walker.

You can Google “Standing in the Shadows, Listening to the Greats!!! By Earl E. Hackett” and order from Blurb Publishing. If you like what you read, then leave a positive comment on the Blurb publishing website.


Ain’t too Proud to Beg

Ain’t too Proud, was half a century ago but I’m old enough to still remember. Now the Temptations story comes to Broadway.



I grew up on the East Side of Detroit during the 1960’s and we considered the Temps, as the baddest group in the Motown stable. They could sing and dance like nobody else. Otis Williams formed the group around 1960 and called it the Elgens but he changed the name the next year. I remember seeing the movie (on VHS), and the group mentioned that it sounded like a cigar brand, so they decided to change it to the “Temptations”.

As the story goes it took a while for the group to come up with a hit good enough to pass Motown’s approval. Barry Gordy the Founder of Motown worked in the automotive plant and ran Motown as a hit factory. Selection of what was to be mass produced was by committee.


The day I found Motown I didn’t know Hitsville USA was it. I was young and had decided I was going to find the place with all the new hits, even if I had to ride there by myself.  I had rode my bike from the East side of town near Belle Island and had expected to see a high rise building with the big letters MOTOWN. Instead I found this little house between these two other houses with the sign on top.


We listened to some of their old stuff and liked it, but it didn’t make the cut. The original Temps was formed in a time of Civil unrest and we are also it a time of unrest now. The Black Lives Movement is real and effects more than just the people in the Black community.

Otis who sang baritone is still around at the age of 77. Tenor Paul Williams took his own life at the young age of 34. Lead singer David Ruffin died of a drug overdose. Bass singer Melvin Franklin had rheumatoid arthritis and died at the age of 52 and Eddie Kendrick died of lung cancer. And even though many of the original group is gone the legacy of the Temptations lives on.


Bessie Coleman set the stage for others

Bessie Coleman (Jan 26, 1892 – Apr 30, 1926) was the first African American Aviator and she was also the first Native American to hold a pilot license (International Pilot License).


She was the tenth of thirteen children of a Texas sharecropper but she managed to attend a small segregated one room school where she would walk four miles every day to go to school, unless it was harvest time.  She even saved up enough, to attend Langston University. But only attended one term because she ran out of money.

When she was 24 she moved to Chicago to live with her brothers, where she worked as a manicurist at the  White Sox Barber Shop. While there she heard stories from some of the pilots who were returning from World War I . At that time Women and Blacks were not allowed to attend flight school in the United States, so she decided to save up to learn overseas.

She earn her Aviation Pilots License from the Federation Aeronautical International in France. She even took flight lessons from a French Ace pilot near Paris. And she went to the Netherlands to meet with Anthony Fokker one of the worlds most distinguished aircraft designers and took lessons from one of the companies chief pilots.


When she returned to the United States she became a Barnstormer performing in front of large crowds.  In 1922 she performed in front of the All Black 369th Infantry Regiment of World War I. They were also known as the Harlem Hell fighters. She once said that, “The air is the only place free from prejudices. I knew we had no aviators, neither men nor women and I knew the Race needed to be represented along this most important line, so I thought it my duty to risk my life to learn aviation”.


Her pioneering efforts served as an inspiration for a generation of African American men and women but she died in an accident before she could establish her school for Black Aviators.


Even though she never got her school off the ground, she has received many honors for her efforts;

  • The US Postal Service issued a 32 – cent stamp honoring her in 1995.
  • In 2001 Coleman was inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame.
  • In 2006 she was inducted into the National Aviation Hall of Fame.
  • In 2014 she was inducted into the International Air & Space Hall of Fame at the San Diego Air & Space Museum.
  • Mae Jemison, the first African American female astronaut in space carried a picture of Bessie Coleman on her first mission.