Thursday, February 1, 2018

This Week’s Word & Thought: Women of Color

Forgive my use of the title if it in any way offends you.  That is not my intent.  It was the language used in a movie I recently and finally had a chance to watch, “Hidden Figures”. 


If you have not seen it or read the book of the same name, you should.  The story is the historical events regarding NASA employees Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan, and Mary Jackson.  In a nutshell, African-American women were directly responsible for helping to put the first American astronauts into space.

Again, like many other important incidents in human history, this very important aspect of the success of NASA is not included in most history recollections of this period.  Another example of this type of selective recollection of history is a photographic collection of WWII events that MSN published recently in the news section which had a photo showing a group of men in a concentration camp, all with triangles on their prison garb.  The caption was about Jewish men in a concentration camp.  I wrote to MSN to explain their mistake and how tired I was of history being swept under the rug so to speak.  Google the “triangle patch in concentration camps” if you do not understand the reference.

Based on an articles I read on www.essence.com, dated January 30, 2017, and www.shapeitrecruitment.co.uk, dated January 23, 2017, and some information from my ever favorite Wikipedia, here are some interesting facts regarding these exceptional women.  These facts give light to the intelligence and perseverance of their examples of the finest humanity has to offer.

Katherine Johnson, graduated from Virginia State High School at the age of 14.  By 18, she had earned a bachelor’s degree in mathematics and French, summa cum laude, from West Virginia State University.  She then taught from 1930 to 1951, both math and French, until she found out that NACA (National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics which later became NASA) was accepting applications from African-American women for “human computer” roles.  She applied and landed a job working as a human computer and surprised her supervisors with her brilliant mathematical skills as well as her very inquisitive mind. 

She was then transferred, after only two weeks, to Langley’s flight research division.  From there, Katherine managed to talk her way into attending briefing meetings which was unheard of for a woman at the time, let alone an African-American woman.  She went on to become the final authority for the flight calculations of Alan Shepard’s space flight and later for John Glenn’s successful orbit in 1961.

Katherine went on to work for NASA on the space shuttle program until her retirement in 1983.  Since then she has been awarded numerous awards and honors.  These include the 1967 NASA Lunar Orbiter Spacecraft and Operations team award and the Presidential Medal of Freedom.  The latter was awarded to her by President Obama on November 24, 2015.  In 2006, NASA unveiled the new $30M Katherine G. Johnson Computational Research Facility in Langley.

Dorothy Vaughan, born in Kansas City, Missouri in 1910, was an exceptionally gifted student who graduated in 1929 from Wilberforce University, at the age of 19, with a bachelor’s degree in mathematics.  Initially, she was a teacher and mother. 

Dorothy went to work for NACA in 1943 as a mathematician on a temporary basis.  Even with the anti-discrimination Executive Order 8802 issued by Franklin D. Roosevelt that made it illegal to discriminate against people in the defense industry (which NACA was considered part), she along with all African-American employees had to work in separate areas and in this case, the West Area Computing Unit.

She became the lead for the West Area Computing Unit and ran this for 10 years.  In 1958, Dorothy joined the new Analysis and Computation Division and became an expert in FORTRAN programming.  This move came shortly after NASA abolished segregation in the work environment.  She worked directly on the SCOUT (Solid Controlled Orbital Utility Test) Launch Vehicle Program.  This program became one of the most reliable and successful launch vehicles.  Before her retirement in 1971, she worked with both Katherine Johnson and Mary Jackson on John Glenn’s orbital flight.

Mary Jackson was born in 1921 and grew up in Hampton, Virginia.  She earned a bachelor’s degrees in mathematics and physical science from Hampton Institute in 1942.  After graduation, Mary worked a series of different jobs including teaching, receptionist, and bookkeeping. 

In 1951, Mary was recruited by the NACA.  She started as a research mathematician, or “human computer”, at the Langley Research Center in her hometown of Hampton, Virginia.  There she worked under Dorothy Vaughan.  She found the segregation and treatment as a lesser human being difficult to deal with and was ready to leave the organization.  She had a chance meeting with another supervisor who offered her a position in his own department.  Mary accepted and went on to be promoted to aeronautical engineer.

In 1978, Mary moved into human resources with NASA.  Up until her retirement in 1985 she worked to help other women and minorities progress in their careers.  She was a strong believer in education and its power to help you to standout and be promoted.

Why focus on this?  Very simple.  The most important influences in my early life were all women of color.  From the beautiful and sweet Latina woman who took care of me in Laredo, Texas to the two separate women who took care of me from the age of about 5 to 7 in Livingston, Texas.

The first caregiver, I was far to young to remember her name, but I know she crossed the border every day to come and care for us.  I believe I was younger than 5, but do not remember exactly.  I remember her kindness and how she always smelled of wonderful spices, laughed loudly, and rattled off in rapid fire Spanish.  Had no clue what she was saying, but she gave the best hugs, cooked the most delicious foods, and was fiercely protective of us kids.  One night, don’t recall any of the specifics, but someone tried to break into the house while my parents were out, and she was taking care of us.  She not only got hold of my parents and the police, but also hid us while holding I believe a fireplace poker.

Next was Jessie, a young African-American woman who probably wasn’t over 20 to 22 years of age.  She was so sweet and had an incredibly gentle spirit.  I remember her becoming really ill and going with my Mom, who was a nurse, to check on Jessie.  I was fairly poor, but didn’t know it; however, Jessie and her family lived in a one room shack basically that actually had newspaper on the inside walls for covering and some bit of insulation.  I remember being moved to tears by the time we left and wanting to know from my Mom why Jessie had to live that way and why couldn’t she live with us.

Last of these wonderful women was Nanny.  Yep, that was all I ever knew her by per her choice.  She was this larger than life and terribly stereotypical of the name, geography, and time period (mid-1960’s).  She was this wonderfully kind and loving large African-American woman who was probably in her 50’s.  Nanny was hired only to take care of us kids, but she went ahead and cleaned, did laundry, cooked, and above all, would never leave us with my father alone (he is another whole story for far more in-depth writing at some point).

Nanny gave the best damn hugs possible.  She also always repaired, usually stitching up, my Leo the Talking Lion every time I damaged it.  She was my friend, my protector, and was someone as a small child I loved very much.  Nanny was a light in a life that at times was very dark.

Then I think of the other major influences in my life.  Many have been women, and many have been someone who in someway has struggled with discrimination in some way.  Whether this be due to race, religion, ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation, political beliefs, disabilities, or any other damn reason some asshole can think of to hate you or try to keep you down.

The common thread is always their humanity.  Their belief in better.  Their refusal to give into the hate of those who would persecute them.  Their lack of hate as a response to their mistreatment.  Truly brave individuals.

If your response to injustice is silence, then you are part of the injustice.  Don’t be.

Namaste,

Tom

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

This Week’s Word & Thought: Loss

Early December 23rd of 2017, my Mom passed away.  She had lived a long time and was ninety when she died.  Her memory had slipped in the last few years and she needed round the clock care.  Although her death was not a surprise, it was no less painful. 

She was my Mom.

Lolamae Wilson DeSpain lived a long and interesting life with the interesting being both on the good side and the bad side.  She made good choices and bad choices and her decisions sometimes caused her and her children pain.

But, she was my Mom.

In many ways and for many years she was my best friend.  There was nothing I couldn’t tell her, and she listened mostly without judgement.  Sometimes, when she didn’t agree or thought my thinking was incorrect, she would tell me, not subtly either.

But okay, she was my Mom.

Lolamae was tough as a woman, compassionate as a human being, loyal as a friend, and funny as hell when she wanted to be.  Not always the best at being Mom and sometimes a bit focused on her own issues, albeit understandable.  However, the tough compassionate loyal and funny traits made me love her even more.

No matter, she was my Mom.

She taught me a lot about life, especially as an adult.  It was later in life when I was older and reached up and took her off the parental pedestal and looked at her as one adult to another, I saw the human side, with all the faults, flaws, cracks in the façade, and beautiful wonderful characteristics of a human being.  I was no longer angry at life as a child in our rather dysfunctional family.  Why?

Because she was my Mom, my dear friend, a beautifully flawed and awesome human being who I will miss.

I love you Mom.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.” – Helen Keller

Take a moment, send a text or a card, make a call, send a letter, but tell those you love how much they mean to you.  Time stands still for no one and I know that I myself often take for granted that those I love “know” I love them.

Namaste,

Tom