Six years ago I was walking down a street near a junior high. There were three young boys walking behind me in sagging jeans, baseball caps, and backpacks talking loud enough for me to hear every word they were saying. One boy said, “That lady is really pretty. That’s how I want my wife to look.” Even though they were young enough to be my own sons, the comment made me blush. As I was approaching my car, I heard one of the boys say, “Oh hell naw! She don’t make enough money for me!” I was completely floored as I got into my little
My stomach begins to rumble, but there will be no food cooked for me,
For my mother doesn’t return from her midnight rendezvous till about three.
You see, back in the fifties when I came up, there weren’t a whole lot of Black Folks on television. And Mahalia, she lived right in my hometown, Chicago. She was born in Louisiana, the birthplace of jazz; she lived next to a Holiness church; and went to a Baptist church. So, she was getting all kinds of rhythms up in her head. Then she came to Chicago. She was attending a Baptist church. She started singing with a gospel choir and with a professional gospel group. After she made her first record, she got her own little local television show….