A Pumphrey tale

Black former middle schoolmate Jackie Felton recently came to mind.  In the seventh grade, we were among a busload of black students from the neighboring black community of Pumphrey, Maryland, integrating Brooklyn Park Jr./Sr. High School in the early '60s.  I still remember the day our school bus pulled into the high school parking lot to a sea of white faces.  Having never interacted much with whites and not sure if we would be accepted, it was pretty scary for us.

Black students Brutus McClure and Harold Pinkney were both six-foot-something and became instant stars on the basketball and football teams.  Aldona Griffin and Sandra Pinkney were really smart and stood out academically.  Before discovering my talents as an artist, I pretty much felt invisible.

Folks, before there was an Eddie Murphy, there was Jackie Felton.  Our school held auditions for the talent show.  Anyone could watch, and the audience in the auditorium was fairly large.  Toward the end, Jackie Felton decided to audition as a stand-up comic.

Oh my gosh...Jackie brought down the house.  Bold, confident, and very funny.  I was blown away by the way Jackie owned the stage in the auditorium with the predominately white audience.  I admired him greatly.

Jackie was athletically gifted as well, playing baseball, soccer, and lacrosse, which was rare for a black kid.  He was a born trailblazer.  I assisted Jackie when he coached our community little league baseball team.  I really liked and looked up to Jackie.

Clearly, Jackie's future looked extremely bright – college, etc.

Our little close-knit black suburban community of Pumphrey yielded several successful blacks.  Pumphrey sons Butch Keaser and Larry Avery shined particularly bright.  In 1973, Butch Keaser was the first black American to win a gold medal in the world championships for freestyle wrestling.  In 1976, Butch won the silver medal at the Montreal Olympics.

Larry Avery was named the Spartans' Most Outstanding Wrestler in 1975.  Larry was a finalist in the United States Olympic heavyweight trials in 1976.  That year, he won a silver medal at the Tbilisi Tournament in Russia.

Pumphrey had two churches.  My dad, Rev. Lloyd E. Marcus, was pastor of the Methodist church.  Rev. Lemon was pastor of the Baptist church.

After high school, Jackie gradually began changing, ultimately taking on the look of a homeless person, wandering around Pumphrey.  I learned that Jackie had become addicted to drugs.  I felt very bad for him.  Then it happened.  Jackie died of a drug overdose.

It was shocking and disappointing that someone who so inspired me could fall so low and succumb to such a tragic end.

It was not white America's fault.  I say this with love in my heart for him: it was Jackie's fault.

Black former middle schoolmate Jackie Felton recently came to mind.  In the seventh grade, we were among a busload of black students from the neighboring black community of Pumphrey, Maryland, integrating Brooklyn Park Jr./Sr. High School in the early '60s.  I still remember the day our school bus pulled into the high school parking lot to a sea of white faces.  Having never interacted much with whites and not sure if we would be accepted, it was pretty scary for us.

Black students Brutus McClure and Harold Pinkney were both six-foot-something and became instant stars on the basketball and football teams.  Aldona Griffin and Sandra Pinkney were really smart and stood out academically.  Before discovering my talents as an artist, I pretty much felt invisible.

Folks, before there was an Eddie Murphy, there was Jackie Felton.  Our school held auditions for the talent show.  Anyone could watch, and the audience in the auditorium was fairly large.  Toward the end, Jackie Felton decided to audition as a stand-up comic.

Oh my gosh...Jackie brought down the house.  Bold, confident, and very funny.  I was blown away by the way Jackie owned the stage in the auditorium with the predominately white audience.  I admired him greatly.

Jackie was athletically gifted as well, playing baseball, soccer, and lacrosse, which was rare for a black kid.  He was a born trailblazer.  I assisted Jackie when he coached our community little league baseball team.  I really liked and looked up to Jackie.

Clearly, Jackie's future looked extremely bright – college, etc.

Our little close-knit black suburban community of Pumphrey yielded several successful blacks.  Pumphrey sons Butch Keaser and Larry Avery shined particularly bright.  In 1973, Butch Keaser was the first black American to win a gold medal in the world championships for freestyle wrestling.  In 1976, Butch won the silver medal at the Montreal Olympics.

Larry Avery was named the Spartans' Most Outstanding Wrestler in 1975.  Larry was a finalist in the United States Olympic heavyweight trials in 1976.  That year, he won a silver medal at the Tbilisi Tournament in Russia.

Pumphrey had two churches.  My dad, Rev. Lloyd E. Marcus, was pastor of the Methodist church.  Rev. Lemon was pastor of the Baptist church.

After high school, Jackie gradually began changing, ultimately taking on the look of a homeless person, wandering around Pumphrey.  I learned that Jackie had become addicted to drugs.  I felt very bad for him.  Then it happened.  Jackie died of a drug overdose.

It was shocking and disappointing that someone who so inspired me could fall so low and succumb to such a tragic end.

It was not white America's fault.  I say this with love in my heart for him: it was Jackie's fault.