Dr. Walter Lincoln Hawkins- National Medal of Technology 1992. Pioneered plastics used for phone cables, which revolutionized universal phone service. First African American technician at Bell Laboratories. (Born March 1911- Died August 1992)
*Dr. Walter Lincoln Hawkins was an African American scientist and inventor who made history while working at Bell Laboratories in the 1940′s, when he became the first to join their technical staff. Walter was born in 1911, and as a child growing up in Washington, D. C., he was the kind of kid who would dismantle toys to rebuild them into something else.
His curious nature proved invaluable when a teacher at Dunbar High School inspired him to pursue chemical engineering. As a result, Hawkins was instrumental in developing durable plastics used for telephone cables when the nation’s rubber supply was cut off by Southeast Asia during World War II.
Dr. Hawkins’ invention led to improved insulation for telephone cables, which also accounted for more universal service because more cables could be laid in rural areas. Continue reading
*As you know, “dogs” come in all shapes and sizes. But I don’t want to offend the animal species, ’cause we’re talking human right now.
Officials say Keith Tabron used two hidden cameras to tape an adult family member who had hit hard times and come to live with him. It happened over a nine-month period that ended in the summer of last year.
And get this: Tabron is a former “Detective of the Year” who is a 23-year veteran of the Metropolitan Police Dept. according to WJLA in Md.
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*Things happen in life due to one of three reasons: They happen on purpose, by accident or by Devine design.
It was on purpose that I signed a NAACP petition urging the Department of Justice to file charges against George Zimmerman for violating the civil rights of Trayvon Martin when he shot and killed Martin in February 2012 then was acquitted of criminal wrongdoing last July. As a result, NAACP president Benjamin Jealous invited me and others to the Nation’s Capital for the 50th anniversary celebration of the March on Washington last week. But I had to decline.
As a flight attendant I have little to no control over what cities I fly to and from. And on August 28th I was scheduled to work. But what I didn’t realize until later is that I would be in Memphis; the city where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., was assassinated five years after his famous “I Have A Dream” speech. The fact that I happened to be in Memphis of all places on the very day of the 50th anniversary of MLK’s momentus March on Washington where the largest celebration in his honor behind the one in the Nation’s Capital would be – I believe – was by Devine design.
I grew up in Knoxville, TN. I’ve been to Memphis countless times before. But I never had been to the National Civil Rights Museum. The site of the Lorraine Motel where King was assassinated, and the boarding house overlooking the motel where convicted killer James Earl Ray rented a room to pull the trigger, were converted into the museum. And just since last fall visitors to the museum are allowed on the balcony in the very spot where King stood when he was gunned down. I stood in the exact spot. And I saw the bathroom in the boarding house from where Ray is believed to have fired the bullet that took the life of one of the world’s most prolific leaders.
No matter how many pictures I’ve seen of the motel, the room where King stayed or the balcony where he took his last breath nothing for me compares to being there myself.
If you’ve not been to the National Civil Rights Museum in downtown Memphis, it’s worth the trip and the $10 price of admission. Sure, I would’ve gone to Washington, D.C. for the celebration if I could have. But Devine intervention put me in Memphis for an experience I couldn’t have gotten any other place. And for that I am grateful.
Steffanie is a freelance journalist living in the Dallas, Texas metroplex. For questions, comments and speaking inquiries contact her at email@example.com.
Thieves around the country called “sliders” are stealing women’s purses out of their cars while they pump gas.
*Women are always targeted by criminals, so here’s a report to give women a chance to protect themselves better.
A lot of women make the mistake of leaving their purse on the front seat when they step out of their car to get gas.
Some even leave the windows down which opens them up to theft. Disclaimer: This is not a judgment against the victim because lots of men and women have reflexive actions they commit that could be considered …not so smart.
But now, the Today show has revealed in an investigative report, criminals called “sliders” are sliding up to women’s cars and snatching their purses out of the front seat.
Jordan and Robin Jeter of Washington, D.C., reunited at a track meet after being separated at birth 17 years ago.
*Everyone, adopted or not, need to look around and start asking questions about everyone they meet.
It seems that more and more parents have not been forthcoming about information from their past.
Two Washington, D.C. teenagers, Jordin & Robin Jeter, have been going to school 10 minutes from each other, yet have never known that they were sisters.
For 17 years, the girls have been separated and unaware that the other existed. Jordan had been put up for adoption, yet she knew her biological mother’s last name, Jeter.
Robin bounced around from her mother to foster care and ended up with a legal guardian.
One of Jordan’s track team members at Wilson High School told her that there was a girl on the Friendship Collegiate team that looked exactly like her.
*When I graduated from college the first time followed my dreams and became a newspaper and television news reporter. I traveled across the country covering stories, one of the most memorable was when I met Nelson Mandela during his visit to the United States after his release from a South African prison.
When I graduated from college the second time my dreams led me to Washington, D.C. where I worked on Capitol Hill, attended presidential inaugurations and reported on the State of the Union Address. When I got the chance to produce programming at an independent television station in Virginia I jumped at the chance. And when Morgan State University in Baltimore had an opening I became Professor Rivers in the Department of Communications.
As a college professor I joined a committee to promote a student exchange program between the United States and Vietnam. So I traveled to Hawaii, Thailand, Vietnam and Singapore as part of the Fulbright-Hays Fellowship program. We visited the My-Lai (massacre) Village, the border between North and South Korea known as the 38th Parallel, lo Chi Minn’s Mausoleum and the Cu chi tunnels of Saigon.
I’ve done door-to-door sales, sold cars, owned a marketing company and owned rental properties from Maryland to North Carolina. Last year I started doing stand-up comedy at local clubs and I created a production company with a business partner to produce programming for women and families. We created a reality show, Women Pastors – Ladies In the Pulpit. Now were pitching it to networks with other shows we’ve created
When I applied to become a flight attendant a few years ago they weren’t hiring. So I became an airline baggage handler instead. And when American Airlines starting hiring flight attendants last fall I applied along with 20,000 other people. Of the 20,000 applicants only 2,000 have been chosen so far. I am one of the 2,000. After 8 ½ weeks of training, I know everything except how to fix the plane and how to fly it. I can evacuate an aircraft in record time and save a life 30,000 feet in the air. If all you know about flight attendants is they serve food and drinks, your flights have been uneventful – and that’s a good thing. I love to travel. So I know I’m going to enjoy this job! No matter how far my travels take me I promise to take you with me, because writing and producing are my passion.
Steffanie is a freelance journalist living in the Dallas, Texas metroplex. For comments, or speaking inquiries email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.