ANDRE JORDAN AND AUNT JUNE INSPIRED EVERYONE TO BE GREAT!

THE CHIEF ANDRE JORDAN

AUNT JUNE RUSS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT JUNE (MARCH 21, 2026)
When I received the email from Gerald Dendy aka “The Town Crier” on Sunday morning regarding the passing of my friend and little brother, Andre Jordan. I hollered, “On No” and my wife Hattie came to the computer room and asked, “What wrong?” I took a deep breath and said, “Andre is gone.”
Totally, unexpected, I had just spoken to him on Thursday, I had not been out of the building all day, and the weather was looking great. I promised our friend Harry Horton I would stop by the cleaners, and pick up his pants. He had been under the weather also.
I called Andre to let him know I was going out, and did he need anything? His response, “Man, I am good, my daughter is here and we are covered.”
I knew someone would be close by, he had his devoted wife Pinky, his children, and an army of grandchildren on call 24/7. I lived just 5 minutes away, I was calling to check-in. He sounded great, saying he had to take a couple of more test. I ended the call saying, “Andre what ever it is, if anyone can beat it you can.”
Andre, was a tough brother, he had recently spent 26 hours in a Emergency Room in a DC hospital. I cannot imagine how I would have survived a similar situation. I dropped off Harry’s pants, and told him I had spoken to Andre, and he sounded great.
My next stop was to pick up a few groceries at the Giant, and I headed home to get ready to travel to Fort Washington to celebrate my Aunt June’s 102nd birthday on Saturday. She was in a nursing home off of 210, one of the most dangerous highways in Prince Georges County. It was like playing Russian Roulette to drive from one end to the other. Cops are scared to patrol it after dark.
There must have been about 15 of us attending the party, including her son Tommy ‘Red’ and grandson Keith, Cuz Brenda, Cuz Ronnie, and her daughter Stephanie, and Granddaughter Monica. My other cousins, I am learning as we go along (I am the matriarch) WOW! I never thought, I would utter those words in my life time.
My Aunt June was a jewel while I was growing up. She worked at the Pentagon an had a “Top Secret Clearance.” I lived with Grandma Ma Bell in the 40s, my uncles, and aunts were whispering about a Big Job she had back then. I had no clue what they were whispering about until I got older.
My mom, Mattie affectionally know as “Mommy B” had a nervous break down my junior year at Spingarn. My brother, Earl and I were trying to go to hell in a hurry. We left Grandma Bell’s house around the ages of 8 and 10. Mommy B had a rough time trying to raise two knuckleheads like Earl, and I as a single parent. Grandma Bell kept Bobby with her easing the burden of Mommy B. My younger brother William Bell, was an unexpected surprise birth which added to Mommy B’s burden.
Thanks to Grandma Bell, and her daughters, Aunt June, Helen and Sara. We learned not to roll our eyes, to say thank you, and no thank you, yes mam and no mam! They had lethal backhands like Serena and Venus Williams, and they never picked up a tennis racket.

THE MATRIARCH-AMY TYLER BELL AKA GRANDMA BELL
I remember, Earl getting to the dinner table a little late one evening, and Aunt Sara ‘The Enforcer’, asked him what was his problem, he muttered something sacastic, and Aunt Sara hit with one of those backhands, and knocked him into the living room. When he got up, and made it back to the table, he was in his right mind. She was good with either hand from any side of the table.
Grandma Bell was the mother of my father, Alfred Robert Bell. Every time I hear, “Poppa Was a Rolling Stone”, the classic by the Temptations, I think of my father at his worst.
I thank God every day, I never believed the saying that it would it take a black man to raise a black male child. My heroes were black women, they could not throw a football 60 yards in the air, shoot a jump shot, or hit a baseball out of the stadium. Still, they were Super-Stars in “The Game Called Life!” Their names were, Grandma Bell, and Mommy B.

SATURDAY MARCH 21, 2026 WE ARE FAMILY CELEBRATING AUNT JUNE’S 102nd BIRTHDAY
PHOTO ONE: AUNT HELEN-COUSIN DENISE-HB-COUSIN RONNIE-MY MOTHER ‘MOMMY B’ AND AUNT JUNE
PHOTO TWO: AUNT JUNE SINGING HAPPY 75th BIRTHDAY TO HER FRIEND, WWE PIONEER AND MY MENTOR, JAMES DUDLEY. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XArYPncS5g
PHOTO THREE: CUZ TOMMY WITH HIS MOTHER AUNT JUNE-HATTIE T AND HB
Leaving your home today is like going out into “The Wild-Wild West”, not knowing what to expect around the corner or at the next stop light.
After arriving home from celebrating Aunt June’s birthday on Saturday, I had a snack, and went to my Dog Pound (computer room), and finally got in bed around 6:30 am. I slept through church. I got up, and had my cheerios, and returned to the computer to read my emails, and Gerald’s was the first one.
I hollowed “NO” as I read Gerald’s email saying Andre had gone home to be with the Lord on Saturday. My wife Hattie looked in and asked, “What is wrong?” I had to take a deep breath and I said, “Andre is gone!” we are really going to miss him!
ANDRE & AUNT JUNE ARE A PART OF THE HAROLD BELL LEGACY
It is remarkable to see how a young black man that dropped out of college to chase his NFL dreams only to be cut after catching every passed thrown to him. He realized this was not his dream after all. It was the dream of a slow white guy lined up behind him who could not catch a cold naked in the dead of winter. I returned home to DC to find a better way. I discovered Saturday morning sessions in the late 1960s working as a ‘Neighborhood Trouble Shooter’ for the self help-group, the United Panning Organization.
My assignment was in the U Street NW corridor with young people who might be in trouble in school or with the law. I had no clue this job would blossom into a national blueprint for youth advocacy. My story is based on the history I shared in a journey of how I went from a one-room shack, and an outhouse in NE DC to become the “Godfather of Sports Talk Radio.” It was always intertwined with my commitment to the community through Kids In Trouble. In 1972 Inside Sports would change the way we talk and report sports in America. Sports talk is now a billion-dollar industry.
It was the arrival of a yellow school bus with a group of all white youth from the Seventh-day Adventist High School in Takoma Park, Maryland, it would mark a pivotal moment in 1969. I had tried in vain to find some black tutors for my Kids In Trouble Program. First, I went to Howard University, and DC Teachers colleges, both schools were located in walking distance of the Hillcrest Children’s Center Saturday Program, the home of Kids In Trouble. What began as a local tutoring and athletic program evolved into a platform that provided:
- Academic Advancement: Helping students earn necessary credits on their transcripts to qualify for college nation wide.
- Career Pipelines: Creating bridges to employment opportunities for athletes and inner-city youth after graduation.
- Professional Mentorship: Bell used his influence to encourage pro athletes, judges, and politicians to “reach back” and enhance the lives of inner city children.
- For example Lonnie Taylor’s Journey and Impact: His rise from a D.C. inner-city youth to a senior power player on Capitol Hill is a testament to the “reach back” philosophy Bell championed. Taylor began his career as an intern for Senator Jacob Javits while still in high school and eventually reached the highest levels of legislative and corporate leadership.
- Pioneering Role: His appointment as Chief of Staff broke a significant racial barrier in congressional staffing, where such roles were (and often still are) overwhelmingly white.
- Kids In Trouble Connection: As a benefactor and product of the community environment Bell fostered, Taylor represented the “success stories” that Harold Bell often cited to prove that inner-city youth could excel in the highest halls of power given the right opportunity.
- Broad Legacy: Beyond Capitol Hill, Taylor became a high-ranking executive, serving as Senior Vice President for the U.S. Chamber of Commerce and later as a Vice President at Sprint Nextel.
- The “Yellow School Bus” Result The tutoring platforms and the “Yellow School Bus” mentioned in Bell’s previous query were exactly the types of initiatives that prepared young men like Taylor for elite academic and professional environments. Taylor eventually earned his J.D. from Georgetown University Law Center, fulfilling the vision that community-based support could lead to lifelong professional achievement. Sadly, Lonnie P. Taylor passed away in June 2023, leaving behind a legacy that is still celebrated in the D.C. community and by Harold Bell himself as a prime example of “Black Excellence” nurtured by local advocacy.

A Legacy of “Firsts”
Bell’s work with Kids In Trouble (founded in 1968) actually predated and influenced how major sports leagues like the NFL, NBA, and MLB approached community relations. While he is often celebrated for his 1974 exclusive interview with Muhammad Ali—making him the first Black media personality to secure a one-on-one interview with a Heavyweight Champion—Bell himself often emphasizes that his work with at-risk youth is his most enduring legacy.
Harold Bell, remains a “one of one” pioneer who integrated sports, politics, and social activism long before it became a standard media format. He had plenty of help a long the journey.
His success would not have been possible with out three brothers living in the Langston Terrace neighborhood across the river from his Parkside Housing Project.
THE LANGSTON TERRACE PLAY GROUND CREW:
*ANDREW JOHNSON
Andrew lived in Langston Terrace, one of the earliest DC housing projects funded by the federal government. We met playing 12 and under baseball, Bell said. I was living in Parkside a housing project on the north side of the Potomac River. We had to walk through the River Terrace Community a middle class housing community with manicured lawns and two parents to each home to get to the Langston Terrace playground. We would later become high school basketball teammates. Later we became teammates in the mean streets of DC, he would join the DC Police Department, and I became a Roving Leader for the Department of Recreation & Parks working with at-risk children and youth gangs in the same 5th District U Street corridor. Andrew’s law enforcement career would take him around the world as a DEA Agent he retired as a supervisor. One of our proudest moments as former student/athletes, we became the first to honor our Spingarn Principal Dr. Purvis Williams, his entire staff and team to a Thank You tribute luncheon at Mingles Restaurant in downtown DC. Andrew and I are two of the founding members of the Original Spingarn Alumni Association. We kept it moving.

L-R COACH WILLIAM ROUNDTREE-OFFICER RAY DIXON–HB–BING-PRINCIPAL PURVIS WILLIAMS
*JOHN EDWARDS
John and first met at Brown Middle School one of four educational institutions on “The Hill’, the most unique public school plot of land in America. The four schools, Spingarn was located at the bottom of 24th Benning Road, by Charles Young Elementary, Phelps Vocational High School was hidden behind Charles Young and at the end of the road was Brown Middle School under the rule of William B. Stinson. We had a crew that the music teacher, Mr. Logan named us “The Knuckle Heads of Brown.” The Knuckle Head crew included, Mickey Freeman, Hobo, Rhoma Battle, Jimmy Reid, Teddy Archerson, and John Edwards. Mr. Logan predicted none of us would live to get out of high school. We batted 500 three out of six ain’t bad, Teddy became a sales rep for Forth Lincoln Cemetery. He sold Hattie and me our plots over two decades ago, Rhoma became a DC cop, and John Edwards would become a DJ on W-O-OK Radio. It did not take him long to become a household name and one of the most listened to DJ’s in the DMV. His nick name, “Terrible Turk.” In 1972 he encouraged me to move from W-O-L Radio and the legendary Petey Greene to W-O-O-K Radio, and the rest is sports talk radio and community history. John would switch titles, he decided to “Let Go and Let God.” He turned his life over to The Lord, and he became the Rev. John Edwards.
*ANDRE JORDAN
Andre’s parents got him out of the ‘Hood’ in time when the family moved off of H street NE, and Benning Road to far NE off of South Dakota Avenue. His brother Fred graduated from Spingarn in the class of ’55’ and Andre graduated from McKinley Tech in 1962, he became a star basketball player on those great tech basketball teams. He joined the ranks of the Park Police in June 1969, and retired as an Assistant Chief in January 1997. I have no clue when he became a walk-on for Kids In Trouble. He just showed up and kept coming back for what ever I was doing. His wise counsel and contributions to Kids In Trouble and Inside Sports are too many to try to pen.
A long with Andrew Johnson, John Edwards, and my Parkside housing crew of, Rabbit Bradshaw, Harry Horton and Bobby Thompson, all have been the backbone of Kids In Trouble, and Inside Sports, second only to my wife, Hattie T.

BLACK HISTORY MONTH LAW & ORDER: HERE COME THE JUDGES!

L-R: When the new Sheriff in town (PG County) JD Carr wanted 100 Black Men to volunteer as mentors to help teach black boys to read, Andre and I decided to volunteer. In 1993 he was there for my 1993 Kids In Trouble Youth Forum at the Grand Hyatt in downtown DC. He crossed the isle with me to meet with members of Congress for their support to help enhance the lives of inner-city children. He joined DC Superior Court Judges, Luke C. Moore, and Chief Judge Eugene Hamilton for a Kids In Trouble celebration of Black History Month. When I decided the 43 year prison sentence for armed robbery by former playground basketball legend, and the University of Maryland player, Jo Jo Hunter was too harsh. I started a letter writing campaign to the Parole Board asking for Hunter’s early release. Andre jumped on board right away. He not only wrote a letter, he called parole board member, former DC Chief of Police Ike Fullwood personally. Andre, never forgot who he was, and where he came from (Langston Terrace Community in NE DC).
When my brother Sgt. Earl “Bull” Bell encountered the THIN BLUE LINE & THE CODE OF SILENCE as a DC cop, Andre was there for him. Two DC cops, one black and the other white with nothing better to do but brutalize black prisoners on the weekends in lock-up in SW DC. This act was taking place on Bull’s watch. He warned them to back off. They did not take his warning seriously, and kept up the assaults on blacks prisoners. My advice, alert the brothers in ‘White Shirts’ we grew up with in NE DC. He did, and everyone of them went into hiding. They wanted no part of ratting-out their colleagues. Bull and I met with Andrew, and Andre to talk it out, and we all agreed that he should take the case to the U. S. Attorney’s office and have both cops charged. We made sure Bull understood the repercussions, he did and moved forward without hesitation. The black officer Muskgrove was convicted and served jail time, the white officer disappeared without a trace.
When Hattie and I went to the Jordan home on Sunday (the day after) to visit with his wife Pinky, family members and friends, it was very emotional for me. The first one I saw was Pinky when I walked in. We hugged, and I all most broke down then and there. She had to comfort me. I was embarrassed, when Maurice Culbreath took me, and Hattie to the next room to meet other family members. I sat down next to Aaron Jordan, the youngest. I had not seen him since high school. He started to talk about how the family had someone at the hospital 24/7, and during his tour, he said, “Dad, Out of the blue, he started to talk about you and Bull.” I knew Andre loved Bull like a brother, and they had great respect for each other. Aaron, when on to say, “He didn’t remember you had me on your Inside Sports talk show.” I had to excuse myself, Aaron had just taken the wind out of me. I kissed Pinky, and I heard her asking me as I went out the door, “Did you meet Andre?” said, “I will be back!”

I have been blessed to have come along when a MAN’s WORD and his hand shake you could carry to the bank–no longer true!

THANK YOU ANDRE JORDAN AND AUNT JUNE-WE NEVER COULD HAVE MADE IT WITHOUT YOU.






































































