​Won't You Join My Family Journey?

I remember going to the movies in 1963 and watching To Kill A Mockingbird. I was 23, newly married - and here’s what’s most important: I had lived through a secret childhood as a black kid... a blond-haired, blue-eyed black kid. Secret because I had learned not to tell a lot of people; Dad said they wouldn't understand. Dad was a doctor. Ninety percent of his patients were black (and he kept that a secret—he did have two waiting rooms to appease the not-so-secret Klan).

Yeah, my Dad was a closet black man who was raised by the same black woman/housekeeper who was raising me and my two brothers. Georgey was her name. Refused to wear a maid’s uniform, spanked our bare butts with a hickory stick, dragged our screaming asses to her black, rockin’ holy-roller church, told my mom—a nationally known concert pianist—she needed to loosen up! And Georgey hugged us (all of us), loved us with all her heart, and prayed out loud for her “fambly.”

Holding hands

And that’s what this movie will be about. All I’ve got to do is get it to the right people at the right time. Each and every one of you should be a part of this quest.

Many thanks to Will House and Caitlynn Elkins (you can find Caitlynn online at Caitlynn Elkins Productions) the talented students from Ball State's David Letterman School of Communication. That's them in the middle of the picture below. I'm on the right, and on the left is the proud owner of the pickup truck. We're in the same alley where we had our prom.