Nelson Mandela. His name alone evokes emotion, intrigue, and a spirit of hope. His passing gives us all reason to pause and to think about this man whose legacy is a gift to the world. We know of his humanity, his fight against apartheid, and his amazing forgiveness for those who would harm and diminish. But what would it have been like to speak with the man himself? For so many journalists that dream is dashed. Yet I discovered something so amazing, so beautiful and breathtaking days ago.
It happened during an interview just one day after word came that the 95-year old's time here on earth had expired. I was sitting down with Dr. Allan Boesak, a South African Activist and Theologian who led the United Democratic Front Coalition during the 1980's. Boesak worked closely with Mandela's African National Congress, with the goal of ending apartheid and gaining the release of Mandela and other political prisoners.
The emotions of the day were palatable. Dr. Boesak, the Desmond Tutu Chair for Peace, Global Justice and Reconciliation Studies at Butler University and the Christian Theological Seminary, was paying tribute to Mandela, a man he described as a father-figure. He took me back to 1987 when the South African government offered to free Mandela, if he would turn his back on "his people."
What was interesting is that Dr. Boesak and the internal leadership on the outside of prison walls had no contact with their leader. On the outside they stood unwavering for the cause, certain that Mandela would do the same inside. He did. Despite being locked away for decades at that point, Boesak said Mandela told his captors, 'I will not come out unless my people say they are ready to receive me.'
Boesak called it "intuitive" telling me, "Nelson Mandela had been locked away...from his people physically, but the connection between his spirit and the spirit of our people was an amazing thing."
It was that same spirit of connectedness that emerged so radiantly from Boesak, as he spoke about his political mentor and the deep convictions passed along to men like himself, who would dare to follow. The question posed was a simple one: "What do you treasure?" Boesak's answer was as if Mandela was answering himself. Tears welled up in Dr. Boesak's eyes, and he spoke like a gentle giant:
"I treasure the fact that he has taught us that one must be willing to sacrifice for that in which one believes; that the sacrifices are never vain glories, it's not for yourself. It's not to give yourself a name... Always for the people. You speak up because those that have become so oppressed, that have become voiceless depend upon somebody to have the courage to stand up. You lead your people with integrity and with love; that you stand up against things that are wrong, not just when they are done by your adversary, but when they are done by your own people. So you are not afraid to call your own movement into account, so you are not afraid to call yourself to account."
Finally, he spoke of Mandela's love for humanity and his goal to give the world a human face.
"That's what Mandela was all about," Boesak said, "If you see him, and if you see that smile, if you see that face, if you see that expression, if you see the selflessness and the gentleness in his eyes, that was the real Mandela."
In that moment, as my eyes watered I felt a connection, like I knew him too. At least a small glimpse of his spirit. Mandela was shining through.
(ISBN: 978-0-615-60705-4) She was a child witness with an impossible choice... Now Sandra Chapman takes you beyond the headlines of the $7 dollar secret and the key to solving the 1968 case.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Embracing Change
A story to commemorate the 45th Anniversary of one of Indiana's most notorious murder cases scratched open a wound for the town where it all unfolded.
It's no secret Martinsville, Indiana has been fighting a stigma of intolerance for decades. For African Americans and people of color, the 1968 murder of Carol Jenkins on the streets of Martinsville has long been associated with the town's reputation. (Although there have been other noted incidents since then)
Martinsville is also the gateway to one of the world's premiere higher institutions of learning, Indiana University. It was there, at I-U, on the 45th anniversary that randomly chosen students shared their perceptions about the town just 30-minutes north of campus. What they said sparked fury. The students said they had been warned that Martinsville was not a welcoming place for people of color and that they should stay away. Most didn't push the issue, but accepted the warning as words of wisdom.
The Mayor of Martinsville acknowledged students at Indiana University were being warned, and took issue what he described as "rumors" about the town serving as headquarters for the Ku Klux Klan.
He was right to voice concern, as history does not support that claim. It is true that the Klan marched in Martinsville and many other rural communities in the 60's. The Mayor also acknowledged a "task force" if you will, of residents working on changing the image of the town and getting the word out about special exhibits focused on diversity.
An I.U. professor in African American studies also talked about the need for Martinsville and the university to work together to erase some of the perceptions. In his opinion it would be good for both communities and help with recruiting faculty and students.
Martinsville residents went on the attack. Most saw no point in bringing up the 45-year anniversary, and saw it as nothing but big city media stirring the pot for ratings or website views.
Part of the consternation centers on the arrest of Kenneth Richmond, of Indianapolis, who was charged with Jenkins' murder in 2002. Martinsville residents question how their town bares responsibility for someone who came in from the outside to commit an evil act. It's a reasonable question. If that was the only factor, it would make sense that Martinsville's reputation would be repaired instantaneous.
The problem is much more complex.
For 33-years the murder of Carol Jenkins went unsolved. Jenkins' family and the NAACP questioned the handling of the investigation almost from the beginning. Blunders revealed decades later, show the case suffered from missing records, sloppy record keeping and a failure to uphold basic investigative standards like confirming reports of a suspect's death. Even the caucasian woman who eventually implicated her father Kenneth Richmond, in the crime said she called police to give information years earlier, and no one followed up. Richmond's arrest came after decades of mistrust and after several Martinsville residents reportedly bragged openly about being involved in the killing.
Unfortunately the name of the alleged accomplice in the case is unknown. It is very possible that person resides in or near Martinsville. Someone knows, and could bring this case to a conclusion.
Another resounding question: "Racism is everywhere, why limit the discussion to Martinsville? Why not talk about other communities or even Indianapolis?" The answer is simple. It was the 45th anniversary of a case that as the Mayor of Martinsville said, "had an impact on the town." Absolutely, racism exists everywhere, and it goes both ways. The Carol Jenkins murder case is a historical marker. It made people take notice. There's something about stories like the Birmingham church bombing, the Emmitt Till case and yes, to a lesser degree the Carol Jenkins murder mystery that does something to our collective conscious. It makes us ask tough questions about who we are as a people, when four black girls die from a bombing at church, or a 21-year old black woman dies on the streets of a small town, where she stopped to sell encyclopedias.
Here we are now 45-years later. No one can change what has happened, but those of us here can work towards embracing change for the future. It doesn't mean forgetting the past, but requires learning from our mistakes. It means exchanging a defensive response, with one of compassion and acknowledging the gaps that separate. There's no place for name-calling and misplaced rage. On the contrary, we must collectively find a way to channel our deepest frustrations and hurts, into open dialogue and more importantly communities that say: "We can't do it alone, we need you and you need us." 45-years later. It's time.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Remembering Carol Jenkins -- 45 Years Later..
This year has been marked with milestone anniversaries including the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington and the 50th Commemoration of the church bombing in Birmingham, Alabama.
So many years have passed, some change has come, yet no one denies there is still much to do.
Unfortunately, change doesn't come with a simple pronouncement, especially when it comes to deep seated issues of the heart. During the Birmingham ceremony our nation's first African American Attorney General summarized it by saying "In reality hate never leaves us..." but is a force that must be "confronted and defeated."
Five years after the four girls died in the church bombing on September 15, 1963, it was clear, hatred was not gone. On September 16, 1968 in Martinsville, Indiana, another act of hatred, this time directed at a 21-year old black encyclopedia saleswoman named Carol Jenkins. An innocent girl, barely into adulthood, brutally stabbed on a sidewalk simply because of the color of her skin.
For three decades the pursuit of justice went nowhere, until a television news report caught the attention of a woman who had heard an eerily similar story, and put two and two together. She realized her best friend had witnessed Carol's murder. The friend was just 7-years old at the time and was riding in the back seat of her father's car when she saw the "pretty black lady" attacked.
That daughter lived with the horrible secret for years, until her confidant decided to not only urge her to tell, but took the extraordinary step of writing an anonymous letter to the authorities.
Within weeks of the news report that sparked that decision, investigators had new evidence in the case. At the same time, the daughter took an unbelievable step on her own. She called the news reporter looking into the investigation and left this chilling message, "If the girl had a yellow scarf and was killed with a screwdriver...my father could be the killer."
The explosive break in the case finally brought the family of Carol Jenkins many of the answers they had longed for and for the first time, an arrest in the case. The town of Martinsville also believed it had been vindicated since the suspect was not a resident.
Yet on this 45th anniversary of Carol Jenkins' death, college students at Indiana University, one of Indiana's most prestigious institutions of higher learning, still warn against venturing into the town of Martinsville, some 30-minutes away. Town residents think its unfair, and that they're inaccurately portrayed. For years they had wished it would all just go away.
The truth is Martinsville will always be connected to Carol Jenkins.
On this day of remembrance, the team at the "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" hopes the dialogue will continue in Martinsville to remake its image giving honor to the young life that was lost. It's also a good time to encourage those sitting on information related to the second suspect in Carol's case or with information about any other crime to do the right hing and find a way to reveal truth.
So many years have passed, some change has come, yet no one denies there is still much to do.
Unfortunately, change doesn't come with a simple pronouncement, especially when it comes to deep seated issues of the heart. During the Birmingham ceremony our nation's first African American Attorney General summarized it by saying "In reality hate never leaves us..." but is a force that must be "confronted and defeated."
Five years after the four girls died in the church bombing on September 15, 1963, it was clear, hatred was not gone. On September 16, 1968 in Martinsville, Indiana, another act of hatred, this time directed at a 21-year old black encyclopedia saleswoman named Carol Jenkins. An innocent girl, barely into adulthood, brutally stabbed on a sidewalk simply because of the color of her skin.
For three decades the pursuit of justice went nowhere, until a television news report caught the attention of a woman who had heard an eerily similar story, and put two and two together. She realized her best friend had witnessed Carol's murder. The friend was just 7-years old at the time and was riding in the back seat of her father's car when she saw the "pretty black lady" attacked.
That daughter lived with the horrible secret for years, until her confidant decided to not only urge her to tell, but took the extraordinary step of writing an anonymous letter to the authorities.
Within weeks of the news report that sparked that decision, investigators had new evidence in the case. At the same time, the daughter took an unbelievable step on her own. She called the news reporter looking into the investigation and left this chilling message, "If the girl had a yellow scarf and was killed with a screwdriver...my father could be the killer."
The explosive break in the case finally brought the family of Carol Jenkins many of the answers they had longed for and for the first time, an arrest in the case. The town of Martinsville also believed it had been vindicated since the suspect was not a resident.
Yet on this 45th anniversary of Carol Jenkins' death, college students at Indiana University, one of Indiana's most prestigious institutions of higher learning, still warn against venturing into the town of Martinsville, some 30-minutes away. Town residents think its unfair, and that they're inaccurately portrayed. For years they had wished it would all just go away.
The truth is Martinsville will always be connected to Carol Jenkins.
On this day of remembrance, the team at the "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" hopes the dialogue will continue in Martinsville to remake its image giving honor to the young life that was lost. It's also a good time to encourage those sitting on information related to the second suspect in Carol's case or with information about any other crime to do the right hing and find a way to reveal truth.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
"In Motion"
It's been quite the summer. Race relations have been more of a sizzle than the heat. The "Not Guilty" verdicts in the Trayvon Martin case sparked debates over equality within the judicial system. It didn't take long before Trayvon Martin's name was linked with Emmitt Till, the young black teenager brutally beaten and killed in the 1960's for looking, and some say whistling, at a white woman.
Now weeks later we have "Lee Daniels' The Butler" drawing in crowds to see the story of a black butler who served 21-years in the White House, including one of the most explosive times for civil rights.
The movie offers an intriguing viewpoint into the Civil Rights struggle through not only the eyes of a butler, but young people coming of age, who would become the leaders of the next decade. Wow! It became evident that people of color throughout the United States clearly understood the inequality but how they chose to deal with it brought internal conflict, especially for those living in the north.
It made me wonder about those living in midwestern states like Indiana. It made me wonder what a young (21-year old) Carol Jenkins was thinking the moment she branched off to sell encyclopedias alone in Martinsville in 1968. Perhaps she, like many of the young people who protested during that era, looked fear in the face and still decided to take a stand for their own rights. Perhaps.
If we're honest, we can probably look back at history and see new generations trying to right the course of equality in America. This concept has emerged throughout the summer and reminds me of a quote from neurologist James H. Austin that says "Chance favors those in motion."
Bottom line...those who fought to change civil rights back then took a stand. Today we must all ask ourselves what needs to change, and what are we willing to take a stand for?
Now weeks later we have "Lee Daniels' The Butler" drawing in crowds to see the story of a black butler who served 21-years in the White House, including one of the most explosive times for civil rights.
The movie offers an intriguing viewpoint into the Civil Rights struggle through not only the eyes of a butler, but young people coming of age, who would become the leaders of the next decade. Wow! It became evident that people of color throughout the United States clearly understood the inequality but how they chose to deal with it brought internal conflict, especially for those living in the north.
It made me wonder about those living in midwestern states like Indiana. It made me wonder what a young (21-year old) Carol Jenkins was thinking the moment she branched off to sell encyclopedias alone in Martinsville in 1968. Perhaps she, like many of the young people who protested during that era, looked fear in the face and still decided to take a stand for their own rights. Perhaps.
If we're honest, we can probably look back at history and see new generations trying to right the course of equality in America. This concept has emerged throughout the summer and reminds me of a quote from neurologist James H. Austin that says "Chance favors those in motion."
Bottom line...those who fought to change civil rights back then took a stand. Today we must all ask ourselves what needs to change, and what are we willing to take a stand for?
Sunday, June 30, 2013
A Bright Spot
The room sparkled. The setting-sun added a warm glow over the dining room table, surrounded by women of color, women of all hues, adorned in yellow and white. Copies of "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" were sprinkled across the table top, along with wine glasses and yellow rosebuds taking in refreshment from clear glass vases.
The conversation was rich and intellectual about the young woman, a former child witness, who had survived decades of agony to finally tell what happened to Carol Jenkins back in 1968.
But what was most astonishing were the stories and warnings these women had received over the years about the Jenkins case and more importantly the town where it happened. Martinsville.
Many of these professional and educated women relocated to the Indianapolis area in the mid 1990's or early 2000. Yet they were welcomed with a similar speech I received when I came to town 20-years ago. It goes something like this, "Don't go to Martinsville alone and never after dark," or "If you're going to Bloomington, don't stop in Martinsville!"
It dawned on me just how much work still remains for the City leaders of Martinsville. Some residents simply thought the arrest of Kenneth Richmond for the crime would absolve the town of its racist reputation. Here we are 10-years later, and it appears the stain of that rainy September night is just as evident. Perhaps like any bad stain, it's a little faded, but very much entwined in the perceived fabric of that community.
Perhaps its the same phenomenon that has taken Paula Deen captive. It may have something to do with comfort. Specifically, someone feeling comfortable enough to say or act egregiously in the presence of a group, believing that group is tolerant or accepting of that behavior. It is in those places where character is exposed.
Kenneth Richmond yelled racial slurs at Carol Jenkins before he attacked. The only ears that were disturbed by his obnoxious outcry were those of his own little girl, riding in the back seat. For his unknown co-conspirator, it was nothing more than a signal of the evil to come. They spoke the same language and in that instant took comfort in their shared hatred and deviant behavior.
Moving forward, we must all give pause to our comfort zones and the messages we relay. Is it something we will later have to live down?
I'm inspired by the women who shared their perspective on "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." There was a bright spot in Indy that night, as these women of various backgrounds and brown hues, elevated a discussion about compassion, justice and race. A crystal clear message about growth and change, that carried no shame.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Honoring The Girl in the Yellow Scarf
Carol Marie Jenkins would have turned 66-years old this month. Unfortunately the year she officially became an adult, she became a murder victim.
It's hard to imagine what Carol's life would be like today if she had been allowed to choose a career and/or marriage. Where would she have settled down, how would she have impacted her community, and if she had lived, what would she want for the next generation? Unfortunately, we'll never know the answers to those questions. But in the 21-years that Carol lived we do know she loved people, she desired to achieve more than the status quo of her day, and she was willing to venture out to seek change. And because of that I believe Carol would be thrilled to see girls dreaming big dreams and rising up as women to take on leadership roles unlike anything imaginable in the '60's. I believe she would applaud a cooperating spirit, helping to bridge gaps between those who are different. And I believe she would find satisfaction knowing a single voice can speak truth to the world and bring healing.
Happy Birthday to "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf"
Sunday, March 31, 2013
New Beginnings
This is the time of year to celebrate new beginnings. Christians around the world share the message of the cross and the birth of a new covenant through the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
It's a triumphant time, one that brings the hope of eternal salvation, a new life and purpose for those who believe. In other words a fresh start, and the promise of daily renewal along the way. It's a gift.
There's no better time to celebrate rebirth, than the spring, when the temperature gradually warms and winter's last grip slips away. The burst of color that magically takes over our dormant landscape is a welcomed sight. You can feel the energy in the breeze and in the smiles of those soaking up its beauty. It's a yearly revival that reminds us of the cycle of life, and ushers in an excitement that comes with a budding season.
It's been almost a year since the release of "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." Yet this title is still expanding its platform. In the first three months of 2013 our focus has naturally evolved to include the hope of rebuilding lives. In February, our spotlight on black history month took us to the Pike Township Public Library for a "meet and greet." There we talked with students, professionals, moms and dads who all took a moment to interrupt their evening for a chance to share their own goals, concerns and dreams. And yes we answered questions about the murder mystery they had heard about from decades past. It was there that I met a 7-year old little girl who's sweet innocence made me appreciate all the more, Shirley McQueen, the main character in "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." McQueen's father took her out one night and it changed her life forever, but not for her good.
At the Pike Township library, it was an inspiring scene. A little girl out with her Daddy, who was helping her to seek knowledge and build self-esteem through education. How refreshing!
National Women's Day in early March, allowed us to focus along with millions of others around the world, to reflect on the accomplishments of our sisters and to discuss solutions to their on-going challenges. Domestic violence is one of those areas. "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" tackles the subject within it's pages; documenting the mistreatment of women by the only suspect charged in the racial killing of Carol Jenkins. That's what prompted me to accept an invitation to join advocates across the city of Indianapolis in their work to strengthen outreach programs for women seeking help. "Hope and All that Jazz" sponsored by the Beacon of Hope Womens' Center raised thousands of dollars to provide counseling and shelter. It was my distinct honor to be a part of their efforts. The grateful tears of a brave woman, now living a new existence free from violence, is a treasured memory from that night, and clearly one more reason to celebrate!
It's a triumphant time, one that brings the hope of eternal salvation, a new life and purpose for those who believe. In other words a fresh start, and the promise of daily renewal along the way. It's a gift.
There's no better time to celebrate rebirth, than the spring, when the temperature gradually warms and winter's last grip slips away. The burst of color that magically takes over our dormant landscape is a welcomed sight. You can feel the energy in the breeze and in the smiles of those soaking up its beauty. It's a yearly revival that reminds us of the cycle of life, and ushers in an excitement that comes with a budding season.
It's been almost a year since the release of "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." Yet this title is still expanding its platform. In the first three months of 2013 our focus has naturally evolved to include the hope of rebuilding lives. In February, our spotlight on black history month took us to the Pike Township Public Library for a "meet and greet." There we talked with students, professionals, moms and dads who all took a moment to interrupt their evening for a chance to share their own goals, concerns and dreams. And yes we answered questions about the murder mystery they had heard about from decades past. It was there that I met a 7-year old little girl who's sweet innocence made me appreciate all the more, Shirley McQueen, the main character in "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." McQueen's father took her out one night and it changed her life forever, but not for her good.
At the Pike Township library, it was an inspiring scene. A little girl out with her Daddy, who was helping her to seek knowledge and build self-esteem through education. How refreshing!
National Women's Day in early March, allowed us to focus along with millions of others around the world, to reflect on the accomplishments of our sisters and to discuss solutions to their on-going challenges. Domestic violence is one of those areas. "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" tackles the subject within it's pages; documenting the mistreatment of women by the only suspect charged in the racial killing of Carol Jenkins. That's what prompted me to accept an invitation to join advocates across the city of Indianapolis in their work to strengthen outreach programs for women seeking help. "Hope and All that Jazz" sponsored by the Beacon of Hope Womens' Center raised thousands of dollars to provide counseling and shelter. It was my distinct honor to be a part of their efforts. The grateful tears of a brave woman, now living a new existence free from violence, is a treasured memory from that night, and clearly one more reason to celebrate!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Stamp of Approval
The look on her face says it all. Anyone who knows the story of Rosa Parks, knows there is much to say. Yet somehow, without a hint of arrogance, self promotion or celebrity, the woman who took a stand by sitting down on that Montgomery City bus back in December of 1955, now takes her seat among America's most notable. The Rosa Parks U.S. postage stamp is being unveiled in cities across the country, on what would have been her 100th birthday, and during Black History Month.
Poised and posed in a green suit and matching pill-box hat, "the mother of civil rights" offers a dignified gaze of clarity, one that brings into focus how a response to an unplanned challenge made a world of difference. Rosa Parks didn't set out that day to become a civil rights icon. Tired, in her rightful place and minding her own business, she was confronted with an injustice so many had grown to accept. But on that day, she faced a personal test. We all get them from time to time, when our beliefs and values come under the greatest assault. How we respond is often determined by who we really are at the core of our beings. Rosa Parks quietly resisted, yet in that moment stirred up a firestorm of change that we now honor and celebrate.
Once again it's a reminder that no matter our role, whether large or small, we all have a hand in making our communities better places to live. We don't know when our individual voice will be called upon to speak up.
"The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" explores a similar theme. A child witness to a horrific civil rights crime spends decades trying to find the voice to uncap a devastating secret. In the end, it comes down to her own personal convictions about right and wrong. It's a difficult journey, but necessary to bring accountability where there has been none.
Poised and posed in a green suit and matching pill-box hat, "the mother of civil rights" offers a dignified gaze of clarity, one that brings into focus how a response to an unplanned challenge made a world of difference. Rosa Parks didn't set out that day to become a civil rights icon. Tired, in her rightful place and minding her own business, she was confronted with an injustice so many had grown to accept. But on that day, she faced a personal test. We all get them from time to time, when our beliefs and values come under the greatest assault. How we respond is often determined by who we really are at the core of our beings. Rosa Parks quietly resisted, yet in that moment stirred up a firestorm of change that we now honor and celebrate.
Once again it's a reminder that no matter our role, whether large or small, we all have a hand in making our communities better places to live. We don't know when our individual voice will be called upon to speak up.
"The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" explores a similar theme. A child witness to a horrific civil rights crime spends decades trying to find the voice to uncap a devastating secret. In the end, it comes down to her own personal convictions about right and wrong. It's a difficult journey, but necessary to bring accountability where there has been none.
Monday, January 21, 2013
"Truth Marching On in 2013"
"His truth is marching on!" Chills shot up my spine; the fullness of emotion lodged in my throat as the beautiful voices of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir sang the last verse of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" during the Inauguration Ceremonies. That moment did it for me. Such a simple phrase had pulled together so many narratives all at once.
It's a new year and the hope of what's yet to come is still fresh in my heart and mind. I had been pondering what I wanted to say in my first post of 2013. The first 6-months since the launch of "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" have been wonderfully exciting and well beyond expectations. I've signed hundreds of books that have reached the hands of readers all across Central Indiana and into New York, Florida, Maryland, California and Texas. My signature message: "Truth Unfolds..."
Now as our team moves well into the next 6-months, the truth of what happened in Indiana is also marching on. We're working on some wonderful new initiatives that prayerfully will help us to share the impact of the lives of a young black woman whose dreams were dashed in 1968 and the little girl who, finally as a woman, was able to unleash that secret burden with a truth so many had begged for, for 30-years.
Months before Carol Jenkins met her violent end, a preacher whose poetic words inspired a nation to rethink human rights, also fell to the shameful vices of racism. On this day and every day that one visits the new King memorial in Washington D.C., Martin Luther King Jr.'s legacy offers new seeds of hope and equality. We haven't arrived yet and sometimes it seems as if change is slow in coming. That's not to deny that some significant progress has been made. Yet I can still hear the words from one of his memorable speeches asking, "How long?..." There's no clear timetable for that piercing question? But we can say..."His truth is marching on..."
And then their is our democracy. An amazing process established to maintain order amid the handing over of power. Yet the last couple of years have made us all question the hearts behind the political divide in our nation. Racism and intolerance sometimes just a scratch beneath the surface. But one look at the Inauguration crowd, revealed diversity, and reason to believe there are more on the side of coming together than those wishing to wedge us apart. There's honor in an inclusive tone, that reiterates "tolerance, opportunity, human dignity and justice." No we won't agree on everything, but we must cooperate and vow to protect our humanity. That's the call we must all address in 2013 as we understand that "His truth is marching on...Our God is Marching on!"
It's a new year and the hope of what's yet to come is still fresh in my heart and mind. I had been pondering what I wanted to say in my first post of 2013. The first 6-months since the launch of "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" have been wonderfully exciting and well beyond expectations. I've signed hundreds of books that have reached the hands of readers all across Central Indiana and into New York, Florida, Maryland, California and Texas. My signature message: "Truth Unfolds..."
Now as our team moves well into the next 6-months, the truth of what happened in Indiana is also marching on. We're working on some wonderful new initiatives that prayerfully will help us to share the impact of the lives of a young black woman whose dreams were dashed in 1968 and the little girl who, finally as a woman, was able to unleash that secret burden with a truth so many had begged for, for 30-years.
Months before Carol Jenkins met her violent end, a preacher whose poetic words inspired a nation to rethink human rights, also fell to the shameful vices of racism. On this day and every day that one visits the new King memorial in Washington D.C., Martin Luther King Jr.'s legacy offers new seeds of hope and equality. We haven't arrived yet and sometimes it seems as if change is slow in coming. That's not to deny that some significant progress has been made. Yet I can still hear the words from one of his memorable speeches asking, "How long?..." There's no clear timetable for that piercing question? But we can say..."His truth is marching on..."
And then their is our democracy. An amazing process established to maintain order amid the handing over of power. Yet the last couple of years have made us all question the hearts behind the political divide in our nation. Racism and intolerance sometimes just a scratch beneath the surface. But one look at the Inauguration crowd, revealed diversity, and reason to believe there are more on the side of coming together than those wishing to wedge us apart. There's honor in an inclusive tone, that reiterates "tolerance, opportunity, human dignity and justice." No we won't agree on everything, but we must cooperate and vow to protect our humanity. That's the call we must all address in 2013 as we understand that "His truth is marching on...Our God is Marching on!"
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Hope...Thanks... and Happy Holidays!
Black Friday...Small Business Saturday...and Cyber Monday. The holiday season is upon us and we're all looking for ways to show our love and appreciation, whether it's part of our faith celebration or the year-end send off for a club or organization.
For weeks now, it's been encouraging to see many gifting by sharing "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." I think I know why. "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf," is not just the story of Carol Jenkins' death, or the life of the 7-year old little girl who witnessed the unthinkable, but through it all, it's a story of hope. Hope for unity, hope for devastating cycles in families to be broken and hope that the places where we live can emerge better than the past.
I saw that hope in the eyes of dozens of book lovers who stopped by to chat and to check out "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf,"at the Indiana Historical Society's Annual Holiday Author Fair on December 3rd. One woman told me "I remember when it happened. This story needs to be told!" Another gentlemen offered thanks; His focus: justice and the hope of peace for families impacted by crime. Just as memorable: the young couple that grabbed an arm full of books, counting off the names of people who could benefit from learning about Indiana history.
The holiday book fair was a gift unto itself, given to 80-authors from across the state.
It was a chance for all of our work to shine, and for each to celebrate the other. (I certainly purchased featured titles to add to my family's collection.)
This give and take is what makes this time of year so special. Weeks prior to the author fair, I accepted a wonderful invitation from a book club at a local church. These women have been reading together for years. Their last read for 2012 was "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." The discussion in the party room of a north side restaurant was electric! Some of these women lived through the civil rights struggle and had a greater appreciation for the story. They were in essence living examples of hope from the past! They had overcome discrimination in their own lifetimes and were now using their careers in education and ministry to give back.
That night, I walked away proud, but not about anything I had done. I was proud of these African American women, newfound role models who have been out there making a difference everyday.
They were the women who smoothed the path for me and countless others. Yet on this night they sat listening intently to what I had to share, each of them draped in a beautiful yellow scarf. What a gift!
Thank you and many blessings for the Holidays!
For weeks now, it's been encouraging to see many gifting by sharing "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." I think I know why. "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf," is not just the story of Carol Jenkins' death, or the life of the 7-year old little girl who witnessed the unthinkable, but through it all, it's a story of hope. Hope for unity, hope for devastating cycles in families to be broken and hope that the places where we live can emerge better than the past.
I saw that hope in the eyes of dozens of book lovers who stopped by to chat and to check out "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf,"at the Indiana Historical Society's Annual Holiday Author Fair on December 3rd. One woman told me "I remember when it happened. This story needs to be told!" Another gentlemen offered thanks; His focus: justice and the hope of peace for families impacted by crime. Just as memorable: the young couple that grabbed an arm full of books, counting off the names of people who could benefit from learning about Indiana history.
The holiday book fair was a gift unto itself, given to 80-authors from across the state.
It was a chance for all of our work to shine, and for each to celebrate the other. (I certainly purchased featured titles to add to my family's collection.)
This give and take is what makes this time of year so special. Weeks prior to the author fair, I accepted a wonderful invitation from a book club at a local church. These women have been reading together for years. Their last read for 2012 was "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." The discussion in the party room of a north side restaurant was electric! Some of these women lived through the civil rights struggle and had a greater appreciation for the story. They were in essence living examples of hope from the past! They had overcome discrimination in their own lifetimes and were now using their careers in education and ministry to give back.
That night, I walked away proud, but not about anything I had done. I was proud of these African American women, newfound role models who have been out there making a difference everyday.
They were the women who smoothed the path for me and countless others. Yet on this night they sat listening intently to what I had to share, each of them draped in a beautiful yellow scarf. What a gift!
Thank you and many blessings for the Holidays!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Arm in arm with Legendary Reporters
I remember my dad, a hardworking laborer, coming home after a long days work as a mechanic at International Harvest (Navistar) and tuning into some hearings on t.v. At first glance it seemed kind of boring. A bunch of men in business suits talking about secret recordings and Former President Nixon. I didn't really know what it meant, I was just a little girl, but it was clear it was important to the adults in my life.
The significance of Watergate didn't really sink in for me until government class in high school. Not just the crime of what had taken place, but the role of two newspaper reporters, who began following the trail of a single tip and ultimately unraveled a case that brought down a President and his administration.
Fast forward. Now 40-years after that reporting, I found myself sitting immersed, mesmerized and deeply inspired as I listened to Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein talk about the investigation that made their names legendary. As I took it in, my heart smiled inside. They were talking my language! Digging into records, following a trail, and trying to factually report the twist and turns.
My heart pounded as they recounted the grey days of doubt, the efforts to side-track and stonewall their reporting efforts, and the "head against the wall" moments when scared witnesses refused to talk. I could relate. On a much smaller scale, I experienced similar feelings trying to get to the truth of what happened to Carol Jenkins. No I wasn't going up against the Commander in Chief of a nation, but I was dealing with people who had the power to investigate me, even arrest me if I broke the law. Right then and there, I felt the connection with these men as investigative reporters trying to uncover what was hidden.
Equally fascinating was the story behind the story, focused on their incredible publisher, a woman, named Katherine Graham. They personally talked about her strength in the face of battle. She was nothing short of heroic! She stood steadfast at a time when women's voices were just beginning to be heard.
It was an incredible night of sharing by Woodward and Bernstein. I don't even know how long they talked, I only know I wanted more. Their work is what I believe our forefathers wanted to ensure transparency and truth.
As I departed the convention center, inspired like a new student of investigative reporting, I couldn't believe who was right there within my reach, and my grasp. Woodward and Bernstein were making their exit too. I told them I was an investigative reporter and wanted to snap a quick picture of them. Within seconds, to my delight, we were all locking arms, as the smile in my heart now beamed across my face. Here I was, 40-years after the fact, arm in arm with the duo that captivated my dad's attention and now mine!
What a moment...what a responsibility I feel as their words were not lost on me. I'm proud of
"The Girl in the Yellow Scarf," it also reminds me, to follow the trail and report the facts, whatever they might be. (Check out the photo at "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" facebook page)
The significance of Watergate didn't really sink in for me until government class in high school. Not just the crime of what had taken place, but the role of two newspaper reporters, who began following the trail of a single tip and ultimately unraveled a case that brought down a President and his administration.
Fast forward. Now 40-years after that reporting, I found myself sitting immersed, mesmerized and deeply inspired as I listened to Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein talk about the investigation that made their names legendary. As I took it in, my heart smiled inside. They were talking my language! Digging into records, following a trail, and trying to factually report the twist and turns.
My heart pounded as they recounted the grey days of doubt, the efforts to side-track and stonewall their reporting efforts, and the "head against the wall" moments when scared witnesses refused to talk. I could relate. On a much smaller scale, I experienced similar feelings trying to get to the truth of what happened to Carol Jenkins. No I wasn't going up against the Commander in Chief of a nation, but I was dealing with people who had the power to investigate me, even arrest me if I broke the law. Right then and there, I felt the connection with these men as investigative reporters trying to uncover what was hidden.
Equally fascinating was the story behind the story, focused on their incredible publisher, a woman, named Katherine Graham. They personally talked about her strength in the face of battle. She was nothing short of heroic! She stood steadfast at a time when women's voices were just beginning to be heard.
It was an incredible night of sharing by Woodward and Bernstein. I don't even know how long they talked, I only know I wanted more. Their work is what I believe our forefathers wanted to ensure transparency and truth.
As I departed the convention center, inspired like a new student of investigative reporting, I couldn't believe who was right there within my reach, and my grasp. Woodward and Bernstein were making their exit too. I told them I was an investigative reporter and wanted to snap a quick picture of them. Within seconds, to my delight, we were all locking arms, as the smile in my heart now beamed across my face. Here I was, 40-years after the fact, arm in arm with the duo that captivated my dad's attention and now mine!
What a moment...what a responsibility I feel as their words were not lost on me. I'm proud of
"The Girl in the Yellow Scarf," it also reminds me, to follow the trail and report the facts, whatever they might be. (Check out the photo at "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" facebook page)
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Indiana University Themester 2012
Thought-provoking. It's the best way to describe the evening inside the beautiful Hutton Honors College at Indiana University, Bloomington for Themester 2012! The topic: "Good Behavior-Bad Behavior: Molecules to Morality."
Warmth filled the room, from both the relaxing fire in the fireplace and the conversations fueled by "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." As I spoke to the diverse crowd of students, staff, and Bloomington area residents, I felt the connection between a group of people who dared to explore the dynamics of racism, the culture of small communities and the unwritten rules of conduct among families.
It was striking to be in such a rich environment designed to foster knowledge, growth and culture and yet realize that just 30-minutes from where we sat a community still struggles to emerge from a tarnished reputation of bigotry.
We talked about the 7-year old child who witnessed Carol Jenkins' brutal murder, and the four letter word, "F-E-A-R" that kept an ugly secret locked away for too many years.
For more than 90-minutes we bantered back and forth, and afterwards more private opportunities to share about everything from my role as a reporter working on the case, to the dueling roles of the media and law enforcement.
Most impressive was the emotional reaction of the students. Young people with hearts trying to understand behaviors that were once acceptable norms, while cultivating their own moral standards and paths to the future.
Reading the book is certainly one thing, but examining the underlying steps to morality is a valuable lesson for any student of life.
For more on the IU visit:
http://www.idsnews.com/news/story.aspx?id=89166
Warmth filled the room, from both the relaxing fire in the fireplace and the conversations fueled by "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." As I spoke to the diverse crowd of students, staff, and Bloomington area residents, I felt the connection between a group of people who dared to explore the dynamics of racism, the culture of small communities and the unwritten rules of conduct among families.
It was striking to be in such a rich environment designed to foster knowledge, growth and culture and yet realize that just 30-minutes from where we sat a community still struggles to emerge from a tarnished reputation of bigotry.
We talked about the 7-year old child who witnessed Carol Jenkins' brutal murder, and the four letter word, "F-E-A-R" that kept an ugly secret locked away for too many years.
For more than 90-minutes we bantered back and forth, and afterwards more private opportunities to share about everything from my role as a reporter working on the case, to the dueling roles of the media and law enforcement.
Most impressive was the emotional reaction of the students. Young people with hearts trying to understand behaviors that were once acceptable norms, while cultivating their own moral standards and paths to the future.
Reading the book is certainly one thing, but examining the underlying steps to morality is a valuable lesson for any student of life.
For more on the IU visit:
http://www.idsnews.com/news/story.aspx?id=89166
Saturday, October 13, 2012
A Salute to Carol's Hometown
The leaves are changing colors and the slight chill in the air signal a very special time in Indiana.
Autumn is here and with it memories of a young woman who was remembered in part because of the bright yellow scarf she wore the night of her fateful encounter with darkness.
On these beautiful fall days, I choose to remember Carol for her vibrant spirit and the hope that her legacy can illuminate in us all. I've never been reminded so much of this, as the Saturday afternoon I spent in Rushville, Indiana... Carol Jenkins' hometown.
Several of the town's forward thinking businessmen and women extended a kind invitation for me to visit Rushville for a book signing for "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." What transpired was awesome!
Our book team was met with amazing warmth and a perfect day to talk about Rushville, Carol and the book that many Rushville residents say they're glad has been written. For many it filled in missing gaps on what happened back in 1968 and beyond. I learned a few things too! Someone shared that no news articles had ever been written in Rushville about Carol, her death or the 33-year old murder mystery. Most of what residents say they knew was based on information from outside of their community. It was truly my pleasure to sign books and to talk to Carol's former high school classmates about their times with her.
We told stories, took pictures and shared smiles for hours. What delighted my heart most was to see how the community embraced Carol's father, Paul Davis. They were there to support him as much as anything, and to me that speaks of real community! It was a day that he could bask in knowing his town would remember his daughter, and that they cared enough to support a work in her honor. At the same time, they would learn more about another daughter, one who shed light on a case that had baffled so many.
It was also fun to talk with David Willkie..Wendell Willkie's grandson. He too stopped by to support us, and shared about working in New York at 60-Minutes when the 2002 arrest was made in the Carol Jenkins Murder Case. Here he was in our nation's largest city reading on the front page of the New York Times about the case that was unfolding back in his home state of Indiana! It was fascinating to hear his version of this big news. It gave me such a different perspective.
Thank you Rushville for a remarkable day. It was a great stop on our journey. We're heading now to Indiana University in Bloomington for "Themester 2012 to talk about the molecules to morality!
Autumn is here and with it memories of a young woman who was remembered in part because of the bright yellow scarf she wore the night of her fateful encounter with darkness.
On these beautiful fall days, I choose to remember Carol for her vibrant spirit and the hope that her legacy can illuminate in us all. I've never been reminded so much of this, as the Saturday afternoon I spent in Rushville, Indiana... Carol Jenkins' hometown.
Several of the town's forward thinking businessmen and women extended a kind invitation for me to visit Rushville for a book signing for "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf." What transpired was awesome!
Our book team was met with amazing warmth and a perfect day to talk about Rushville, Carol and the book that many Rushville residents say they're glad has been written. For many it filled in missing gaps on what happened back in 1968 and beyond. I learned a few things too! Someone shared that no news articles had ever been written in Rushville about Carol, her death or the 33-year old murder mystery. Most of what residents say they knew was based on information from outside of their community. It was truly my pleasure to sign books and to talk to Carol's former high school classmates about their times with her.
We told stories, took pictures and shared smiles for hours. What delighted my heart most was to see how the community embraced Carol's father, Paul Davis. They were there to support him as much as anything, and to me that speaks of real community! It was a day that he could bask in knowing his town would remember his daughter, and that they cared enough to support a work in her honor. At the same time, they would learn more about another daughter, one who shed light on a case that had baffled so many.
It was also fun to talk with David Willkie..Wendell Willkie's grandson. He too stopped by to support us, and shared about working in New York at 60-Minutes when the 2002 arrest was made in the Carol Jenkins Murder Case. Here he was in our nation's largest city reading on the front page of the New York Times about the case that was unfolding back in his home state of Indiana! It was fascinating to hear his version of this big news. It gave me such a different perspective.
Thank you Rushville for a remarkable day. It was a great stop on our journey. We're heading now to Indiana University in Bloomington for "Themester 2012 to talk about the molecules to morality!
Saturday, September 22, 2012
College Campus Tour
It's back to the classroom, as "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" heads out to Indiana college campuses this fall! The first stop was my alma mater, Ball State University. What a special time we had in the David Letterman Building. I met excited telecommunications, journalism and public relations students, who were wide-eyed and ready to step into an industry that is rapidly changing everyday.
To say that the students energized me is an understatement. We talked about the power and the responsibility of our written words and broadcasts. That's when I was able to share about the impact of the Carol Jenkins murder investigation and the passion that fueled me to pen "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf!"
I remembered being those students, dreaming about working in local news and telling powerful stories. I never dreamed though that I would be able to see something as dramatic as a 33-year old murder mystery solved, in part, because my station dared to dig a little deeper into the investigation.
It's been decades since I last sat in a classroom as a college student at Ball State. But I can honestly say I learn something new every single day, as I continue to work at my craft, and take on the role as a published author. My beginnings are humble, but now as I look back, I treasure a rich experience at a university that taught me above all things to climb over the obstacles.
I told the students about Dr. Darrell Wible. My telecommunications law professor who used to drill me in class to see if I was prepared. I didn't like it back then, but he's someone I will never forget. (He's also got a big fan in David Letterman!) I appreciate Dr. Wible, because he wanted to draw out the best in me from the very beginning. And now even in his 80's (I'm guessing) he's still right there sending encouragement my way. The other day I got a big box in the mail. It was two of his published books. In one of them "The Letterman Gang" he mentions receiving a letter of thanks from me after I landed my first job. He had no idea I had already purchased a copy from the BSU library. But it was the thought that counted, especially since he is recovering from a stroke.
Still he wrote: "A book? A real achievement. Wonderful -- The Girl in the Yellow Scarf."
Thanks Dr. Wible. Thanks Ball State University. And thanks to the students who made the kick-off to my college book tour so special!! Next...stay tuned.
To say that the students energized me is an understatement. We talked about the power and the responsibility of our written words and broadcasts. That's when I was able to share about the impact of the Carol Jenkins murder investigation and the passion that fueled me to pen "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf!"
I remembered being those students, dreaming about working in local news and telling powerful stories. I never dreamed though that I would be able to see something as dramatic as a 33-year old murder mystery solved, in part, because my station dared to dig a little deeper into the investigation.
It's been decades since I last sat in a classroom as a college student at Ball State. But I can honestly say I learn something new every single day, as I continue to work at my craft, and take on the role as a published author. My beginnings are humble, but now as I look back, I treasure a rich experience at a university that taught me above all things to climb over the obstacles.
I told the students about Dr. Darrell Wible. My telecommunications law professor who used to drill me in class to see if I was prepared. I didn't like it back then, but he's someone I will never forget. (He's also got a big fan in David Letterman!) I appreciate Dr. Wible, because he wanted to draw out the best in me from the very beginning. And now even in his 80's (I'm guessing) he's still right there sending encouragement my way. The other day I got a big box in the mail. It was two of his published books. In one of them "The Letterman Gang" he mentions receiving a letter of thanks from me after I landed my first job. He had no idea I had already purchased a copy from the BSU library. But it was the thought that counted, especially since he is recovering from a stroke.
Still he wrote: "A book? A real achievement. Wonderful -- The Girl in the Yellow Scarf."
Thanks Dr. Wible. Thanks Ball State University. And thanks to the students who made the kick-off to my college book tour so special!! Next...stay tuned.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Let's Talk! The first book club to feature "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" was amazing! A group of diverse women gathered in a Carmel, Indiana neighborhood. They shared their insights into the 1968 murder mystery, that took the life of Carol Jenkins and nearly destroyed the life of a child witness, who was finally able to divulge the horrible secret.
We talked about the City of Martinsville, and the reputation that preceded the 1968 killing. At least one of the book club members was from the Bloomington area. Her comments added another layer of experience to the discussion. She herself had lived through other public events that helped to shape the image of Martinsville.
Nearly everyone had an opinion about the killer, his schemes and the unfathomable accounts detailing his behavior. I even had some new records to share that recently turned up by surprise. All of it shedding light into the makeup of a man void of compassion.
And then there was the daughter, a young girl betrayed of her innocence. Despite what she's been through, she's now able to forgive and speak well of some of the adults in her life that should have done more to protect her.
We talked for hours.. Each woman there representing something in her own right. Mothers, wives, professionals, and volunteers. I'm so proud that we could gather and just simply talk. I'm grateful for each one and most of all that we could unite in a couple of thoughts:
"No woman should lose her life because of racism" and "No child should ever be subjected to callous inhumane behavior."
The conversations must continue.
We talked about the City of Martinsville, and the reputation that preceded the 1968 killing. At least one of the book club members was from the Bloomington area. Her comments added another layer of experience to the discussion. She herself had lived through other public events that helped to shape the image of Martinsville.
Nearly everyone had an opinion about the killer, his schemes and the unfathomable accounts detailing his behavior. I even had some new records to share that recently turned up by surprise. All of it shedding light into the makeup of a man void of compassion.
And then there was the daughter, a young girl betrayed of her innocence. Despite what she's been through, she's now able to forgive and speak well of some of the adults in her life that should have done more to protect her.
We talked for hours.. Each woman there representing something in her own right. Mothers, wives, professionals, and volunteers. I'm so proud that we could gather and just simply talk. I'm grateful for each one and most of all that we could unite in a couple of thoughts:
"No woman should lose her life because of racism" and "No child should ever be subjected to callous inhumane behavior."
The conversations must continue.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I don't know where it started or why it moves me so much, but I have always wanted people who have been wronged to be made whole again. That's the earliest form of justice I remember as I think back over my path in life. It's what sparked my interest in Investigative Journalism. Even now when people tell me about situations that are clearly unfair or just plain wrong, my mind starts wondering about how to fix it. It's how I felt when I first met Carol Jenkins step-father Paul Davis. For 30-years he had searched for answers in his daughter's murder and no one could tell him much of anything.
Once I understood the injustice he and his family had endured, I was there. I wanted to use my role to help do something. And although I worked hard and hoped for the best, I had no idea what would unfold.
A few weeks ago, I met a man who has one of the biggest hearts for social justice: Mr. Harry Belafonte! At 85-years old he was still a beautiful man -- both his exterior good looks and his heart for humanity. As I spoke to him about gun violence that day and listened to the eloquent statements rolling off his lips, I felt emotion well up inside. I could feel the pleading in his voice. He wanted anyone who would listen to do something -- to stop the violence, to say no to injustice, to commit to building hope around the world. As I moved back to allow other reporters to have a chance to speak to this incredible person, I thought what have I done, what can I give? At that moment I realized I had a couple of copies of "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" in my bag. At once I grabbed one and wrote the following: "Harry B. Thanks for your gifts to humanity! I'm trying to do my part." I quietly approached his wife and asked if she would give it to him later. She said yes and tucked it in to her bag. I don't know if he has had a chance to read it, or if he ever will. But in that small exchange,
I felt connected to a greater purpose. One that calls us all to grow where we're planted and to make the most of the opportunities that we have to impact for good, the lives around us. No, I'm no where near Harry Belafonte when it comes to social justice. But I hope "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" is a step forward in understanding the impact on the lives of those hurt and haunted by crime and injustice.
Once I understood the injustice he and his family had endured, I was there. I wanted to use my role to help do something. And although I worked hard and hoped for the best, I had no idea what would unfold.
A few weeks ago, I met a man who has one of the biggest hearts for social justice: Mr. Harry Belafonte! At 85-years old he was still a beautiful man -- both his exterior good looks and his heart for humanity. As I spoke to him about gun violence that day and listened to the eloquent statements rolling off his lips, I felt emotion well up inside. I could feel the pleading in his voice. He wanted anyone who would listen to do something -- to stop the violence, to say no to injustice, to commit to building hope around the world. As I moved back to allow other reporters to have a chance to speak to this incredible person, I thought what have I done, what can I give? At that moment I realized I had a couple of copies of "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" in my bag. At once I grabbed one and wrote the following: "Harry B. Thanks for your gifts to humanity! I'm trying to do my part." I quietly approached his wife and asked if she would give it to him later. She said yes and tucked it in to her bag. I don't know if he has had a chance to read it, or if he ever will. But in that small exchange,
I felt connected to a greater purpose. One that calls us all to grow where we're planted and to make the most of the opportunities that we have to impact for good, the lives around us. No, I'm no where near Harry Belafonte when it comes to social justice. But I hope "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" is a step forward in understanding the impact on the lives of those hurt and haunted by crime and injustice.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Freedom! As we celebrate our country's birthday on July 4th, we are reminded that our rights to religious and personal freedoms came with a cost. In the 1960's African Americans also fought for equality and opportunity, many of which I enjoy this very day.
This week I celebrate all of those who gave of themselves to bring about change and to make our world a better place. I also celebrate the life and legacy of Carol Jenkins, a 21-year old young black woman who wanted to offer her talents to teaching. Unfortunately, Carol never got that chance because of ignorance and hatred. Carol is a symbol of the beautiful lives lost to a societal problem that we -- in this day and age -- can work to fix. In fact, I applaud those in Martinsville, Indiana who are working to foster diversity in their community, decades after Carol's tragic death in their town.
And now as "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf..." becomes the launch point for discussions in book clubs, and community organizations across the State and beyond, my sincerest hope is that we will identify ways to come together for justice, truth and love where we live.
There will always be those who try to detract from the message at heart. They can't see beyond their own shallow viewpoints, which are often related to style or other insignificant criticisms, in order to get to what really matters. We can only pray.. pray that the work that needs to move forward and the voices of those willing to take the challenge, will speak louder, sweeter and more direct to the masses that desire even greater change.
In the coming weeks, we will offer discussion points for "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf" to help facilitate book clubs already looking to delve into this Indiana case with issues of abuse and domestic violence hidden in its shadows.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
It's thrilling to see "The Girl in the Yellow Scarf..." circulating across the state! What's more exciting is hearing back from those who have read the book. I got a call from one of the investigators on the case. You always wonder what the actual people that your write about, who lived this case for years will think of your work. Well I got my answer. The investigator said he enjoyed the read and thought it was great. He also learned some things he didn't know! Humility...and genuine desire to see these cases solved. He was so sweet, he actually asked me "Do you want another one?" I paused for a second. Did he mean another book? No, no, he was talking about another cold case he wishes he could have solved!
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