Tuesday, November 13, 2018

AVIATION: First Black Airmen to Fly Across America and Beyond

John C. Robinson took delight in teaching the first black class at Chicago’s prestigious Curtiss-Wright School of Aviation. SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTION (Image source: selamtamagazine.com)
As these men pioneered the rise of Black Aircraft pilots before the Tuskegee Airmen truly broke the shackles of segregated flight, for which one's known as Thar Father...

Thanks to the NFB Newsline for The Blind telephone service I rely upon for Daily Newspapers across thou nation read to me. The service also allows access to a slew of Magazines, for which one of these I look forward to monthly is the Air and Space Magazine.

Thus, whilst perusing the February, 2018 issue, I came across a most interesting article about the first Black Americans to fly across our Nation, No less than during the Great Depression!

Naturally, like much History, I was totally unaware of this epic Transcontinental Flight and it's Trail Blazing Pioneers known as "the Flying Hobos!"

As I'm guessing that most of Yuhs have never heard of James Herman Banning or Thomas Cox Allen, Righto?

And what caught my Attenzione in the article was noting how Philip Hart, Banning's Great Nephew mentioning how as a Junior in High School, and trying to learn more about his ancestor, he mused during his library visits why can't I read about my Great Uncle!

As there was plenty 'O literature about "Lucky Lindy," aka Charles Lindbergh, Amelia Earhart and Wiley Post, but nothing about Banning...

But naturally, in our jaundiced "fair and Balanced" Media, Nary A Peep has been mentioned over these most determined pioneers, who set out upon their 3,300 mile flight with just $25.00 in hand, enough to cover the cost of their flight's first leg from Los Angeles to Yuma, Arizona.

As Messer's  Banning & Allen's exploits came frothing Onshore My Collective Yoke once again, when Ironically whilst listening to a most different type Genre 'O CD Audiobook for Mwah, yet being recommended by one of our very helpful Florence librarians. She suggested a book titled New York 2140.

somewheres' towards the beginning of Disc 2, the studious Announcer voice that interlaces Odd Factoids between the narrative mused over The Black Eagle, aka Hubert Fauntleroy Julian, being the first Black Licensed Pilot in America in 1924, who subsequently challenged Herman Goering to a Dual!

And if that 'lil "Factoid" wasn't enough to make Y'all curious, Messer Julian. A.K.A. The Black Eagle was a most colourful character, who in his latter life became a "Dubious" Arms Dealer, ultimately ensnared in his Shady transactions by our nation's "Federalis'.

Yet like many a story that I read; Err listen to. As My Gal', nee Lucy', My ARSE-Steamed' Screen Reader, who "double Dips" by also reading me my Daily News; But I digress. Thars' typically some more hidden nuggets in thou article.

Such was the case whilst listening about The Black Eagle, who apparently was at loggerheads with another Black American Volunteer of Ethiopia's Air Force during the 1930's. As his name was John Charles Robinson, who became known as The Brown Condor.

Upon cursory searching for more information upon this unknown Black Flyboy' to Mwah, I was unable to unearth much upon him, albeit marveling over the fact that a thirty year old Los Angeles Times article interviewing the author of the definitive book upon him was still accessible via Zed Internetz'.

Yet arguably, Mr. Robinson is the most important Aeroplane pilot of these Blokes', since after graduating from the Tuskegee Institute of Alabama, he became the first ever African American to gain admission into the then very prestigious Curtis Wright Aeronautical School, after initially being Denied multiple times.

After graduating from Curtis Wright's Aviation School, Robinson subsequently returned to his previous Alma Mater, Tuskegee Institute in hopes of getting the school to begin an aviation programme, specifically to promote African Americans abilities, which ultimately led to the Tuskegee airmen of World War II in their now famous Red Tails P-51 Mustangs.

Yet Robinson instead heeded the call from Ethiopia for volunteers to fight against the Crush of Fascism, specifically from menacing Italy, where Robinson became a Colonel in Ethiopia's air Force, serving between 1935-36. Before being granted permission by the Emperor to Depart the country before its Downfall to the Axis Powers,

Following Ethiopia's Liberation by the Allies in 1941, Robinson returned later with the U.S. army Air force, for which he was not only instrumental in re-establishing Ethiopia's Imperial air Force. But also in what ultimately would become Ethiopia Airlines, which began flying passengers commercially in April, 1946, before he was killed in an Airplane accident in 1954.

As I cannot help wondering whether Robinson, a la Mr. Julian who were both honing their pilot skills upon the East Coast during the same time-frame as the aforementioned Messer's Banning & Allen were on the West Coast, if somehow their paths didn't cross briefly? Especially since Chicago was the epicenter for Black Pilots during the early 1930's.

And while all of this Fanfare over these Male African American pilots was being made, it's worth noting of another unknown and most likely forgotten name. That being of Bessie Coleman, a Black Female Stunt Pilot. Who was the first female African American pilot...

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Veteran's Day, Will Equality Ring in 2018?

Maya Angelou in 1969. (Image source: newyorker.com. Photo by Chester Higgins, Jr.)
Ah', what did 'Ol Pressdog, nee the Dom 'O IndyCar Bloggers say 'bout Engaging the Crazies? Whilst thou OLD-est IndyCar Blogger Geo. Phillips likes to point out Not Discussing Politics upon Motor Racing Blogs...

Yet Surely, Uhm, Don't Call Me Shirley; Hya! As ironically that 'Ol famous Airplane movie featured a legendous' Black Basketball player renowned for his "Sky Hook"; But I digress...  

By now Y'all know that's not how Tomaso rolls upon thou Isle 'O Nofendersville, R' Mateys! And if Y'all Don't like thoust Swashbuckling Talk, or want some of Thy Hard Hittin' Motorsports Jabberwalkie', then please come back shortly, to see what's new on No Fenders and the 'Vurld de Motorsporten, Ja-Ja!

As ARSE-Sumedly most of thou Nation will be ensconced in Football, Righto? For which I'm sure Thar will be lotso talk about Americres' favourite ex-NFL Quarterback Colin Kaepernick; Chirp-Chirp, Bueller?

And Speaking 'O that Oh, So LUV-Able, Squeezable Hunka-Hunka Commander in Chief, whose surely merrily Tweeting Away today, Eh?

Here's another story I really enjoyed via The Guardian about when thee Donald' was just an aspiring NFL Owner. Y'all know way before he was passed over for Pace Car Duties for the 2011 Indy 500.

Still I Rise
Wayback on Rocktober' 15th early morning I caught the last portion of this overly powerful Poem being read On Air, albeit from a recording of a November 2017 Eugene Orchestra performance.

Still I Rise
Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou, 1978
(Source: poets.org)

Black Female Pioneers...
Once again, I'm struck over how pervasive the Media is in concealing so much from us! As I'd still never have heard of the late Maya Angelou if I'd not turned on thou radio to catch the last snippets of her powerful poem Booming out of the speaker, by pure Happenstance.

And I still know very little about the writer Maya Angelou, only surreptitiously learning her name four years after her passing. Other than she came to national prominence with the publishing of her first memoir in 1969, the critically acclaimed I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, which would be the first of her many memoirs published.

Whilst another unknown le Femme trail blazer to Mwah is Raye Montague, who somehow seemingly got overlooked in the book Hidden Figures, which I scribble 'bout previously over at Sportyblog in;

As Raye Montague wasn't involved in the Space Race per sei, but instead revolutionized the way that the U.S. Navy built ships upon creating the first Computer systems program developed to speed-up Ship design.

And lastly, in this very short selection of Black Female Pioneers, I ran across another name in the New York Times Obituary section, about a prominent Black Female Pianist and Teacher.