May 21 2015

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OPINION

Enesiya Almanza Martinez: “After you get done uplifting the child, who goes and uplifts the parents?” (Photo: Kirstin L. Cheers)

Stop it! Single parents do care Time to shift the conversation to removing barriers to engagement by Kirstin L. Cheers

Special to The New Tri-State Defender

Single parents. I was raised by one. According to my high school lifestyle science class, I would have been considered part of a blended family household as my aunt lived with me and my Kirstin L. mom. And now Cheers that my aunt is over 65, I guess it would be considered a cross-generational household. In my single-parent childhood, asking for help was a huge “hell no” with my mom, even if I went to my aunt. “If you can’t get (whatever I needed/wanted) for yourself, ask me. If I can’t get it for you, you don’t need it right now.” Thus, I grew into a young woman reluctant to ask for help from anyone. As much as I admire and love my mother, I realize that her philosophy fostered a false sense of security and pride in my psyche, contributing to missed opportunities and unanswered questions through my teens and twenties. Yet, thanks to my community of teachers, pastors, counselors and a diverse network of friends and colleagues, I’ve been “DELIVERT (no shade).” I took my past and my hard-earned present to the Coalition of Schools Educating Boys of Color (COSEBOC) conference at the University of Memphis on April 24. That’s where I met Enesiya Almanza Martinez and heard a dire need for assistance for parents. “When you hear of (conferences) like this, they are always geared towards the child,” said Martinez. “But what about the parents? The single mothers? After you get done uplifting the child, who goes and uplifts the parents?” Martinez, mother of two, was born in Nigeria to immigrant parents and moved to Memphis after learning she was pregnant with her son during a SEE PARENTS ON PAGE 3

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‘B.B.

75 Cents

played what he felt’ Memories flow as the ‘King of the Blues’ passes by Tony Jones

Special to The New Tri-State Defender

A NOTE OF SADNESS DRIFTED OVER GREATER MEMPHIS when word arrived that B.B. King had died in Las Vegas last Thursday, May 15. People in pockets throughout the area began what still is continuing – the process of finding words to express the depth of their appreciation for the joy he brought to the world with the simple and powerful expression of his humanity. A memorial service will be Saturday 23) in Las Vegas. The Procession on Beale remains(May of the “King of the Blues” Street set for May 27 will arrive in Memphis about noon on May 27 for a procession along Beale Street. The farewell to Riley “B.B.” will continue on May 29 with a public viewing at the B.B. King Museum in Indianola from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Funeral services the next day will be at Bell Grove M.B. Church in Indianola from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. A procession from the church to the museum is set for 4 p.m., with a private graveside service for family and friends and hour later. Mr. King, a title his presence commanded but one he never demanded, was 89 when he passed away after finally coming off the American road. He spent most of his life in motion, collaborating on the creation of lasting memories with the thousands upon thousands who came to see him in his uniqueness. For all of its power, Mr. King’s music was always about the simple things that the dispossessed, enriched and all in between could related to: good love, bad love, arguments, making up, acting a fool and straightening up. No matter where the stage was, from the Club Paradise in Memphis to Buckingham Palace, he presented the music and himself the same way all the time. His simple, truthful presentation of the blues gave the world the opportunity to experience the dignity of the everyday African-American man. He told stories like no other, full of truth and humor, underlined by rampaging comment from his guitar. There is an argument to be made that he captured more life in three minutes than most of the symphonies ever written. There is no argument that he was one of the most influential musical artists of his time, copied by rock stars for his playing, emulated by industry professionals for the organized professionalism of his tours, and saluted by anyone that met him for his dignity and warmth off stage. He ran his business as a star, but he never acted unreachable on stage or up close and personal. His journey started out in Indianola (Miss.) and ended up in our hearts, with Memphis as the pivotal jump-off point. When the radio industry began to take shape, young Riley King came here, got a job as an entertainer WDIA – the first station to

B.B. King spent most of his life in motion. (Photo: Worsom Robinson)

“Mississippi to Memphis” marker dedication. Also pictured: Hollywood action star Steven Seagal (left) and Alex Thomas of the Mississippi Blues Trail. (Photo: Wiley Henry)

Isaac Hayes and B.B. King in 1988 at the dedication of a Isaac Hayes/ Manassas Historical Marker on Firestone Ave. (Photo: Tyrone P. Easley)

SEE B.B. KING ON PAGE 7

Background photo: Copyright courtesy of The Withers Family Trust

VOL. 64, No. 19

COMMENTARY

LEGACY: Kathyrn I. Bowers A person of passion and many layers, Bowers was on target about the need for more voter participation and communication beyond differences – real or imagined. by Karanja A. Ajanaku kajanaku@tsdmemphis.com

I had just started my journey as executive editor of the Tri-State Defender when I visited former State Sen. Kathryn I. Bowers in her Whitehaven home in July 2007. She greeted me with the warmness that I associated with her and noted that she had not seen me in a while. I acknowledged the gap and asked if she was OK. “About as well as I can be, given all that has happened over the last two years,” she said, making a reference to her legal case that was part of the Tennessee Waltz public corruption probe. Bowers made it clear that she could not and would not talk about any of the aspects of the case, including her decision to plead guilty to taking $11,500 in bribes. She did her time and came back strong. “I made some mistakes,” said Bowers, who died last week (May

Kathryn I. Bowers

13) at 72. “And like I said (after entering her plea) I would hope that people will not use what happened to me as an excuse not to participate in the electoral process.” I was at the Post Office on Third St. last Thursday afternoon when a relative of Bowers told me of her

passing. I gasped, remembering our conversation and many more that we shared over the years. Given the timing, some no doubt will find it easy to dismiss what Bowers was saying about the electoral process. Still, it is true that she had been beating the drum for participation for quite some time. Long before she became a state representative and then a state senator she was registering new voters for campaigns led by the NAACP and the Urban League. In 1975, Bowers became the first African American to serve as chairperson of the Shelby County Election Commission. And for years she could be heard on WDIA radio talking about some element of the voting/ participation process. “I still have people who come up to me and say, ‘I wish you still were on the radio talking about the election,’” she told me. While she was passionate about voter participation, her focus on that

issue was a way to get at what she was convinced was a deeper problem – the inability for people to communicate beyond differences that are real or imagined. “We as a people simply don’t communicate. I always thought I could help solve that problem. When I say people, I don’t just mean Memphis or Tennessee or the nation. I mean the world,” she said. Her first glimpse of the problem came when she was about 5 years old. Her mother took her shopping to a store that was segregated down to the water fountains. “I couldn’t understand the colored water (sign). I didn’t know if they meant it was blue or green. I just knew I didn’t want any of it, ” she recalled. Bowers said one day her mother told her that there were far more “people of color” in the world than anyone else and that they were good SEE BOWERS ON PAGE 2


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