This scene brought back painful memories–many described it as a chapter out of a slave auction.
President Trump has a full house of props. Omarosa Manigault, Ben Carson and Lynne Patton.
For those of us who are familiar with black history, politicians have been using black props for over 400 years. We first appeared at the slave auctions, but in modern times this latest prop-up by the Republicans was the worst that I can ever remember. Especially, with social media and a camera and microphone in every nook and cranny recording our every move. Their strategy backfired as it should have.
The appearance by Lynne Patton reminded me of how the white slave owners use to bring their designated slaves to the auction block for sale. For those of you who think going through an airport security check is an ordeal, its a cake walk compared to what slaves had to endure on the auction block. Patton was treated similarly to the slaves–she was not allowed to speak.
It is nothing unusual for most white folks who are in power to have favorite blacks on their jobs or in their community that they can point to and say, “she or he is my friend!” This as close as it gets to be called a “House Nigger.”
I have been there and done that in the political arena in Washington, DC. I went from a NE outhouse in 1940 to the Pennsylvania Avenue White House in 1969 as a guest of the President of the United States of America. How did I get there?
My wife Hattie and I visited the White House in 1969 as a guest (Prop) of President Richard M. Nixon and Attorney General William Rogers. Nixon much like Trump was under fire as a racist President.
In 2017 Hattie and I visited the Nixon Library and Museum in Yoba Linda, California. The Library was on our “Bucket List” of things to do. February 2017 marked 50 years since I first met the President in 1957 at Burning Tree Golf Course. The visit was a wake-up call for me. There were few black visitors (mostly Asians) and black faces on exhibit were few, far and in-between. It was Black History Month so there was a photo of Rev. Martin Luther King and President Nixon together (Prop) at the entrance of the museum. I had to search for other blacks in the administration it was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack. There was a photo and a video presentation by Bob Brown (HNIC).
I was really disappointed not to see any mention of my friend Arthur Fletcher (Prop) a real warrior for civil rights in the Nixon administration. He was the Chairman of the United States Commission on Civil Rights. Arthur was known as the Godfather of “Affirmative Action.” He put his life on the line several times traveling from union city to union city. He faced hostile white union leaders who didn’t want to hear anything about Affirmative Action and threaten his life if he didn’t get out of town.
There were no photos or mention of my mentor, White House Communications Director Herb Klein (my go to guy). He was the most honorable man I met in the Nixon White House. His honesty would cost him his position in the administration when Watergate hit the front pages of the Washington Post. President Nixon felt Herb could not be trusted to go along to get along and he left quietly. I had lunch with Herb years later (early 80s) at Union Station here in DC. He was in town on newspaper business representing the San Diego Union-Tribune. The hurt was still there. He was loyal to Nixon and I could tell he felt betrayed.
Herb was headed to New York City for another meeting but before he boarded the train he said, “Harold Bell I am proud of the way you used me and the administration to help your community. You were a bright light for this White House and you should send your newspaper clippings and your memorabillia to the new Nixon Library in Yoba Linda so that they can put them on display. I will mail you an address and contact person when I get back to San Diego.” He boarded the train and that was the last time I saw Herb Klein. He was true to his word and mailed me the address and contact person for the new library. Herb died July 2, 2009 in San Diego of heart failure (broken heart). I mailed my newspaper clippings and memorabillia to the address and contact person as Herb had suggested and I received the ‘thank you’ letter seen below.
Needless to say there was nothing on display saying “Harold Bell lives here!”
In 1994 Senator Bob Dole (R-Kan) proped me up again in the Congressional Record on the House Floor to recall my relationship with the late President Richard M. Nixon.
The list of black props who found their way to the Richard Nixon White House reads like a Who’s Who in Black America: Sammy Davis, Muhammad Ali, James Brown (soul brother No.1), Duke Ellington, and Jim Brown (NFL). Jim is the richest prop ever. He recently accepted a 50 million dollar check from Trump disguised as “Prison Reform.”
My journey to the White House started in Kings’ County Hospital in Brooklyn, New York in 1938. My mother Mattie was a country girl from Sumpter, SC. She was six months pregnant with me when she decided to follow my father Alfred (Papa Was a Rolling Stone) Bell a native Washingtonian and playboy to the Big Apple.
Two years later she found her way back home to DC alone with me. My father had officially become a “Rolling Stone and where ever he roamed was home!” Some way somehow she found a one bedroom shack and an outhouse on Douglas Street, NE. She would call this shack, home. One year later the shack had burned to the ground. One cold morning with me sleeping (she thought), she left me with my dog Billy to go to the corner store for bread and milk. When she returned fire engines were all over the street and I was sitting in the yard crying with Billy standing over me. Evidently, one of us had knocked over the kerosene lamp. The firemen had no clue how I managed to get out of the house and the dog refused to talk.
My mother took me to Grandma Bell’s house where my older brother Alfred Robert had already claim residence.
Amy Tyler Bell aka Grandma Bell, matriarch and my hero. The three tall guys in the back are my brothers, Alfred, Earl and me. Next to me is cousin Carole and her sister Ronnie standing in front of her and cousin Tommy standing on the right next to Grandma Bell.
Grandma Bell laid the foundation for her grandchildren to be of high character, to include, honesty, integrity and always tell the truth because a lie will change a thousand times but the truth never changes. The best advice I ever got.
The grandchildren spend a lot of time in Mount Airy Baptist Church located in the shadows of the Nation’s Capitol on North Capitol and L Streets, NW. My great-grandfather the Rev. Alfred Tyler Bell laid the first brick to build the church in 1893. The Tyler House a senior residence one block north of the church is named after my great-uncle the Rev. Earl Tyler.
In 1945 my mother came to gather her three boys up that now included my brother Earl. She was working at the General Accounting Office as a clerk typist and had qualified for public housing in a NE housing project called Parkside. Before heading out to our new home Grandma Bell made her an offer she could not refuse. Mother could take me and Earl but Alfred the oldest would continue to live with Grandma. Earl and I cried our eyes out because we wanted to stay with grandma also. It was deal or no deal–done deal.
The move to Parkside ended up being a great move for Earl and me. We were free at last from the apron strings of Grandma Bell. The celebration didn’t last long, two years later our mother had lost her good government job. It had something to do with “the last hired-the first fired.”
It was an uphill battle to survive after that. Earl and I became juvenile delinquents. We both were trying to go to hell in a hurry. Mother had already visited my middle school twice about my unruly behavior. Yet she received another note from Principal William B. Stinson. This time he warned her if I didn’t get my act together I would not live to get out of high school. My younger brother William Sterling Bell was born before Earl and I had graduated from middle school bringing the total to three knuckle heads in the house.
To help my mother make ends meet I started to carry groceries on the weekends at the Safeway food store on the other side of the railroad tracks that separated the black community from the white community. Earl and his crew of bandits started to do strong-arm robberies and hit cash registers left unattended in the H Street NE corridor.
I remember one evening mother had gone out to play cards somewhere in the neighborhood. Earl and I were left to babysit our younger brother William. There was no food in the house and we were hungry. William must have been 3 or 4 years old. We put him to bed and told him to stay there until we got back. It was a Wednesday or Thursday night and we headed to the Safeway to see if we could earn a few dollars to get something to eat. We both knew our chances of earning some money on a weekday evening were slim and none.
I entered the store by the back door and Earl entered by the front door. As luck would have it the store was pretty crowned. We walked around the store for a few minutes asking customers if they needed help, but there were no takers. We then stuffed lunch meats and cheese into our coats and pants. We disappeared into the night with our dinner. As we were approaching our railroad track exit to the other side a cop car jumped the curb and cut us off. Two white cops jumped out screaming with guns drawn “you two niggers hold it right there” and we did. They threw us in the back of the car and pulled off with sirens blasting. We were scared as hell as one cop held his gun on us the entire ride.
When the cop car pulled into the 6th District Police Station on Benning Road NE. Earl and I had put our ill-gotten goods under the back seat of the car. We figured someone had seen us and snitched. We were hustled into the station and found this little old white lady waiting to identify us, but she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Those are not the two niggers who snatched my purse.” Nigger never sounded so good. The cops pushed us out the door and told us to walk our black asses home. As we were taking a shortcut through the woods known as G Man Diamond it struck us that our food was still under the seat in the police car. We circled back on our hand and knees and got our food. We were now happy to begin the journey home with our bellies full and our lives intact.
My mother later became a housing project entrepreneur and started to sell bootleg liquor and dinners on the weekend. Poker games (cards) were added to the weekend entertainment at 715 Kenilworth Terrace, NE. She would cut five-cents on every dollar won and that could really add up to a great weekend of profits to include dinners and alcohol sold. Things were looking good as the money started to roll-in at Club 715. I had made the transition to Spingarn High School by then.
I never gave up my job of carrying groceries at the Safeway on the weekends and my brother Earl was still causing havoc on the H Street NE corridor.
Mother was doing well at Club 715 and she added a number book (today’s lottery) to her project repertoire. There was a number backer in the nearby community called Deanwood and it was there Mr. Billy Jackson was Lord and King. My mother was lucky when it came to hitting the numbers. She could dream a number one night and hit it the next day. Mr. Jackson thought it best to give her a book for the projects.
Her heart was as big as the housing project and anyone with a sad story she would help them out financially–bad move. Envy and jealousy followed and suddenly the cops started to raid our house in the wee hours of the morning–someone was snitching. My brothers and I watched as our mother was led from our home in handcuffs while we sit on the steps crying. She would always look back and say, “You kids go back to bed I will be back in time to get you ready for church in the morning” and she always would return as promised. But it took a toll on her and she had a nervous breakdown and would spend the next 30 years in and out of St. Elizabeth’s a mental hospital. During that time she was away from home we had to fend for themselves. My younger brother William was taken in by our next door neighbors Ms. Winniefred Powell and sons, Gaylord and Sonny. Earl was shipped off to juvenile detention by a DC Juvenile Court Judge and my new home became my Aunt Doretha’s parked car and my Aunt Evelyn’s basement (both were my mother’s cousins).
Against all odds her four boys still made an impact in their community;
The Bell boys: Harold-Mommy B-Earl and Alfred
Robert Alfred Bell would graduate college and work for 20 years as a United States Marshall.
Sgt. Earl “Bull” Bell
He would graduate from Spingarn high school and become a Military Policeman in the U. S. Army and an All-Army Heavyweight Boxing Champion in Germany. He returned home to become a DC Top Cop for 14 years rising to the rank of sergeant against all odds (Thin Blue Line & Code of Silence) before an untimely automobile accident ended his career and eventually ended his life.
“Bull Bell” U. S. Army heavyweight champion working out on heavy bag
William Sterling Bell
aka Puddin/Billy/Tyrik served in the U. S. Army and was a lead photographer for boxing promoter Don King.
Harold Bell / Athlete–Pioneer-Youth Advocate-Hero-Author
In 1965 after chasing unsuccessfully my dream of playing in the NFL I returned home to DC. The United Planning Organization hired three Neighborhood Workers, my mentor Petey Greene who would later become a legendary radio and television talk show host, Civil Rights icon H. Rap Brown (Chairman of SNCC) and me. In the summer of 1965 on the campus of Howard University, I would meet The Greatest Muhammad Ali. We would become lifetime friends. See DVD interview from 1974
In 1968 I walked the streets in the Cardozo/Shaw community the worst hit during the riots. I had nothing but a DC police badge for protection as I tried to save young lives. The riots nearly destroyed my hometown. When the tear gas and smoke had cleared I found my non-profit organization, Kids In Trouble, Inc. My wife Hattie and I coordinated 45 straight years of Christmas toy parties for needy children without grants or loans. The NFL, NBA, MLB, and the NHL have all copied my reach-back community programs. NFL great Willie Wood and NBA great Dave Bing were the first pro athletes to join the Kids In Trouble team in 1968.
In 1971 I organized the first Celebrity Tennis Tournament for the Congressional Black Caucus Weekend at the Hilton Hotel on Connecticut Ave. NW. On Bolling Air Force Base in SE DC, I found the first ever half-way house for juvenile delinquents on a military installation. I crossed over on both sides of the political aisle to make it happen.
Military history: Department of Defense teams up with DC government to open a half-way house for juvenile delinquents on Bolling Air Force Base. As a DOD Domestic Actions coordinator, me and Bolling base chaplin, Col. Charles Reider spearheaded the project.
Hattie and I honor Senator Strom Thurmond on his 90th birthday
Nike rep Laura Brown and I present Congressman Walter Fauntroy with a pair of running shoes to help him prepare for his next run for Congress.
In 1971 CBS/NFL Films video tape first ever promo for national television.
Washington Redskin and NFL MVP RB Larry Brown and LB Harold McLinton teach water safety at the Kids In Trouble Saturday Program as I look on.
In 1972 I became the first black to host and produce his own radio sports talk show in the Nation’s Capitol on W-O-O-K Radio. My Inside Sports talk show format is now copied around the world.
NBA legend Red Auerbach co-host Inside Sports
In 1974 Congressman Lou Stokes (D-Ohio) cited me in the Congressional Record on the House Floor for my work with at-risk children and youth gangs in DC.
In 1975 I became the first black to host and produce his own television sports special in prime time on NBC affiliate WRC-TV 4 in Wahington, DC. My special guest, The Greatest Muhammad Ali.
In 1980 Washingtonian Magazine named me “Washingtonian of the Year.” The honor made me the first sports broadcaster ever recognized by the magazine.
“Washingtonians of the Year” Redskin QB Joe Theismann and I shared the honored
In 2010 Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton honored the late boxing historian and Washingtonian Bert Randolph Sugar for his work with Kids In Trouble. On Saturday March 19, 2011 she declared “Bert Randolph Sugar Day in the Nation’s Capital.”
Hattie T, Bert and HB celebrating his day in DC
The benefactors of Kids In Trouble/Inside Sports before their 15 minutes of fame read like a Who’s Who:
John Thompson Georgetown basketball/ the first black to win an NCAA Division One basketball championship. Before Thompson’s 15 minutes of NCAA basketball fame when he could not win a game I gave him 5 minutes to promo Georgetown basketball on W-O-O-K Radio every Monday.
Georgetown Coach John Thompson co-hosting KIT toy party with Washington Redskins at the Twin-Bridges Marriott in Arlington, Virginia. Future Georgetown coach John Jr. seen under his father’s right elbow looking up to him. Santa’s helper Redskin Harold McLinton in white cap standing behind John.
Georgetown players led by Captain on left Merlin Wilson help serve the children.
Sugar Ray Leonard won Olympic Gold in 1976 but didn’t have two pennies to rub together. He lost his self-esteem after his hometown media called him out for having a baby out of wedlock. He refused to come out of his house until Harold Bell was asked by his trainer Janks Morton to intervene. I became his mentor. Results; the first pro boxer to earn 100 million dollars.
Boxing Roundtable: Sugar Ray Leonard, HBell, Don King and Larry Holmes
James Brown NFL/CBS Studio host, I welcomed him to be a part of the Kids In Trouble/Inside Sports team when he was nothing but a Xerox salesman. He was the host for his 9th Super Bowl in 2019. His hometown newspaper The Washington Post proped him up in a front-page story in the sports section leading up to the Super Bowl. The story was titled, “Black Santa” in February, Black History Month, “he went along to get along.” He has definitely forgotten.
Michael Wilbon, Washington Post/ESPN/when he joined the staff of the Washington Post as a writer and columnist he sought my advice and I gladly gave it. He lost his way and according to his two-faced colleague John Feinstein he is the biggest ass kisser in sports media and from my up close and personal relationship, he is also the biggest liar–he forgot.
Cathy Hughes, owner of Urban Radio & TV One / She was a receptionist at WHUR Radio when she asked me to be a “Big Brother” to her son Alfred. She made a deal with the owners of the Washington Post, Katerine and son Donald Graham to sell out the community for a piece of her “Pie in the Sky.” She forgot.
Dave Aldridge, Washington Post/TNT/The Atlantic– a nice guy who is in over his head. In 1987 in his debut as a Washington Post sportswriter he followed his colleagues and became a contributor on Inside Sports. He didn’t forget, but he thinks I trash pro athletes whom he considers “Sacred Cows” aka John Thompson!
Doug Williams, in 1986 was introduced to me by his friend Grambling alumnus the late Bob Piper. Bob said, “Harold Bell will protect your back from all the DC Free Loaders!” In 1988 He became the First black QB to win a Super Bowl and MVP–he forgot.
Tim Baylor, Kids In Trouble benefactor, Cardozo High School and Morgan State graduate. He was drafted by the Baltimore Colts and also played for the Minnesota Vikings. I was a member of his wedding party and named the Godfather of his first child. He later told a friend in a social gathering, “You know Harold Bell is stealing money from the kids!” This is a brother that became an entrepreneur after his NFL career owning several McDonald’s restaurants but still never brought a toy to a Kids In Trouble Christmas party or sent a kid to camp or college. KIT has never received a grant or donation, whose money was I stealing? Baylor now lives in Minnesota and for the past 10+ years he has disappeared without a trace.
Tim Baylor receiving KIT Community Service Award during KIT Celebrity fashion show.
Dave Bing, up close and personal during his high school and playground basketball days. In his face and jock strap from one end of the court to the other end. After being named “NBA Rookie of the year”, it was during a chance meeting at a DC restaurant, I congratulated him and he said, ‘Harold Bell you help prepare me for the NBA.’ He came back and then forgot our high school coach Rev. William Roundtree.
Adrian Dantley, I alerted him that his sports agent David Falk was using his money (several million) to invest in his own personal projects. He had to go to court to get his money returned. He never said, “Thank you” or donated a toy to KIT.
Adrian Dantley receiving KIT Community Service Award from TV 4 anchor Fred Thomas.
Cornelius Greene, DC Dunbar High School and first Black QB at Ohio State. Kids In Trouble/Inside Sports paid tribute to him and his teammates and Coach Woody Hayes at the Shoreham Hotel in DC. I gave him his first experience in broadcasting. He was my broadcast partner at RFK Stadium for the DC Public High School championship game. The game was broadcasted by W-O-O-K radio. He forgot and became a con man and shakedown artist.
L-R Coach Woody Hayes, Cornelius Geene, Woodrow Roach, Archie Griffin, Lenny Willis and HB.
Other benefactors with selected amnesia and two-faces: Olympic gymnast Jair Lynch / NFL Lamont Jordan / NBA Adrian Branch / NBA Olden Polynice/ Michael Jackson’s Publicist: Raymone Bain /ESPN Kevin Blackistone / Actor Robert Hooks / Federal Judge Alex Williams.
My entire career in sports talk radio spent on the AM dial, the weakest signal in the radio format. Despite that obstacle, I was able to campaign successfully to get two pro athletes inducted into their hall of fame after being blackballed. NFL great Willie Wood of the Green Bay Packers was finally inducted in 1989 and NBA pioneer Earl Lloyd was inducted in 2003.
I combined my radio format with my political contacts to get several playground legendary athletes released from jail early. They were DC playground basketball legends Bernard Levi, and Jo Jo Hunter and NFL Hall of Fame running back Jim Brown.
The benefactors of Kids in Trouble/Inside Sports number in the thousands, but there are few who standout like Lonnie Taylor that makes the time spent worthwhile. Lonnie was a Hillcrest Saturday Program participant. He later became the first black chief of staff for a white congressman on Capitol Hill. See his letter dated August 1, 1989.
In 1974 sports columnist J. D. Bethea of the Washington Star-News wrote a column titled simply “Harold Bell,” ‘If success is measured in terms of financial reward, here is a man who hasn’t made it. But there are hundreds of inner-city kids who will vouch for the success of Harold Bell. He may be the only black guy living who ever grew up in a ghetto, in real poverty, but never learned to play the game, that great American pastime.
Everybody plays the Game to some degree. That is what success is all about. Playing the Game. Being alternately malleable and assertive with the right people at the right time. Bell never learned. If he had, given his drive and single-mindedness of purpose, he would probably be dangerous (Spook who sat by the door).’
Gene Kilroy Muhammad Ali’s business manager said something similar, he said, “Harold if you had played the game you would be a millionaire and they would have been calling Howard Cosell the black Harold Bell.”
Others have given similar advice, but I look around me and see millionaires that came through me or by me and I look at their selfishness and their selected amnesia of who they are and where they came from and I still say, “Hell no to playing the game!” How can one play a game where no one is playing fair but the underdog?
The common denominator these guys share, they all started out as decent human beings. The problem, success handled them and they didn’t handle success. Fortune and fame in the black community is often our worst enemy and not white folks. I base my success on the premise I saw human beings and not Republicans or Democrats or black and white, still I never said I was color blind!
If I had to come back this way again I would not make any changes, simply because my peace of mind is not for sale.
Important Foot Note: Even though I say that the Inside Sports talk format changed the way we report and talk sports in America, sometmes I wonder. And then I heard this guy Dale Hansen out of Dallas, Texas. He not only talks the talk, but he walks the walk. When I heard his commentary on how he walked away from the radio broadcast team of the Dallas Cowboys (America’s team) I was stunned. He told one of the NFL’s most powerful owners, Jerry Jones, “I thought you were a good man, but I don’t know you any more.”
I started to check him out on You Tube. His commentaries on White Priviledge were off the chart. I have often said, “some white folks don’t know that they are racist, but how can they know when they have never walked in my shoes.” This guy sounds like he has been there and done that. He writes commentaries like my friend the late great WRC TV 4 anchor Jim Vance once did. There are the sounds of a rhyme and rhythm to all of Hanson’s commentaries. I am a fan and I hope he keeps lighting up the airwaves. My opinion his commentary on the hiring of Pac Man Jones is one his best. Dale Hansen is living proof that I was correct in how I closed my talk shows when I coined the phrase in 1972, “Every black face I saw was not my brother and every white face I saw was not my enemy.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8rZmPENqU4/
By J. D. Beathea / Sunday December 1, 1974
From 1968-2013 Harold and Hattie coordinated and were the host for 45 straight Christmas toy parties for elementary school children without grants or loans.
If success is measured in terms of financial reward, here’s a man who hasn’t made it. But there are thousands of kids in the DMV who will vouch for the success of HAROLD BELL.
He may be the only guy living who ever grew up in a ghetto, in real poverty, but still never learned to “play the game,” that great America pastime.
Everybody plays the game to some degree. That’s what success is all about. Playing the game. Being alternately malleable and assertive with the right people at the right time. Bell never learned, if he had, given his drive and single-mindedness of purpose, he would probably be dangerous.
At 35 Bell has not changed much from the days he starred in football, basketball, and baseball while playing musical chairs in the Washington, DC high school system while attending Spingarn, Eastern and finally graduating from Fairmont Heights.
For several years Bell also starred as a wide receiver for the Virginia Sailors, a semi-pro team that was considered the Redskins’ farm team. Through it all, he maintained one consistent trait—an ability to drive coaches up the wall. He never saw a football he could not catch, a basketball he could not shoot or a base he could not steal.
Redskins’ LB Harold McLinton and Dave Robinson making children first.
This was the pre-Vince Lombardi days. Defensive backs who could not guard Bell one on one in a telephone booth received tryouts at the Redskin camps.
Receivers who only looked at passes that Bell could have caught got tryouts. He soon realized he was not about to become a football star in the NFL.
Somewhere along the line, he decided his mission in life was to help inner-city kids to get some of the breaks he could not get or didn’t even know about. In this venture, Bell was an unqualified success.
But in the workplace, he continued to drive his superiors up the wall. That is the primary reason he is out of a job, although he can still be found in the streets of the inner-city, talking to youngsters, finding money when they needed it, dispensing advice and helping them to get in college.
“Athletics was a way out for me,” Bell said. It took me off the mean streets. In a way I was lucky. There were Spingarn coaches and teachers like Coach Dave Brown who refuse to let me self-destruct. They helped guys like Elgin Baylor, Dave Bing, Willie Wood, and countless others. I’m trying to do the same thing.”
Today, Bell picks up the telephone and calls, Jim Brown (NFL), Earl Monroe (NBA), Dave Bing (NBA), Roy Jefferson (NFL), Johnny Sample (NFL), Lenny Moore (NFL), and many other great athletes. All they want to know is where and when. They are there when he needs them.
Perhaps Bell’s devotion to youngsters now is his way of trying to repay some of the people who helped him when he most needed it. And there was a time when he needed help desperately.
“When I was playing at Spingarn we had a great football team. I had a talented QB named Donald Wills. His brother was L. A. Dodger shortstop, Maury Wills one of the great all around athletes to come out of the DC Public school system.”
“I was a legend in my own mind as a wide receiver. I really thought they could not win without me. It was just throw me the ball I am open. One game my selfish play got me pulled from the game and locked on the team bus for half-time. My head was so messed up at the time I almost got kicked off the team. They won without me. I had to apologize to my teammates after the game.
The lesson learned–no one is indispensable.”
It still didn’t take. Bell had a habit of saying what was on his mind and looking at the world from his own restricted field of vision. There was no room in his life for playing the game. Next move: Eastern, the same thing. Then on to, Fairmont Heights where he finally graduated.
Bell’s mother, a single parent who was welfare after losing her good government job as a clerk typist, had a nervous breakdown as a result of trying to make ends meet for her three boys. The 4th son, Bobby lived with his grandmother. His younger brother Earl, now a DC cop a juvenile delinquent in every sense of the word was sent to the receiving home. His youngest brother William aka Puddin went to live with their next door neighbor. Bell was left to fend for himself. He slept in his Aunt Doretha’s car until she found him one morning leaving for work. He moved in with her so he could finish high school.
“This was a very difficult time because it was his way or no way. If it had not been for sports and Coach Brown, he says, “I would undoubtedly have been on drugs or robbing banks just to stay alive. I was trying to go to hell in a hurry.” His Brown Middle School Principal William B. Stinson had predicted he would not live to get out of high school. I got over that hurdle,” Bell said.
After a while things improved after he struck up a relationship with Petey Greene and Richard M. Nixon at the Burning Tree Golf Course in Bethesda, Maryland. The two men would become his future mentors. Petey would later become a legendary radio and television talk show host and Nixon would become the President of the United States.
Burning Tree was an all-white male golf course for the rich and powerful–no women were allowed to play including their wives. But a funny thing happens every Monday, the black caddies were allowed to play, but not the wives.
Vice-President Nixon liked Bell and they became friends after several outings on the golf course together. Nixon was a terrible golfer but he was a sports fanatic. He and Attorney General William Rogers played late in the evenings and Bell would hitchhike a ride into DC with them to catch his bus home to the projects. The Vice-President didn’t have Secret Service men riding shotgun at that time. During the 20 minute ride, the two would talk sports.
He and Petey became friends even after his homeboys from the projects warned him to keep his distance from the card and crap game hustler.
“Petey was the reason I met Nixon. One early evening after I had completed my tour I became bored sitting around waiting for my homies to come in from the course. I thought I was a pretty good gambler and I decided to go down into the woods to check out Petey Greene–big mistake. I was broke in the blink of an eye. I found myself back at the caddy shack with two-dollars I had borrowed from Petey for my bus transportation and Little Tavern Hamburgers. I was trying to catch a ride into DC when the club Pro Max Elbin called me to carry the bags of Nixon and Rogers–the rest is history,” Bell says.
In 1959 Coach Brown would convince the legendary coach Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines to give him a football/basketball scholarship to Winston-Salem Teacher’s College in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Bell says, “Coach Gaines and the school saved my life.”
Tribute to Clarence ‘Bighouse’ Gaines in Chicago. I was the first ever recipient of the Bighouse Gaines Community Service Award. Minister Louis Farrakhan seated on left.
The summer of 1969 he would have another encounter with Nixon but this time he was President Nixon. Nixon was touring the riot area in Shaw/Cardozo when Petey called to tell him, “Your man is hanging out in the 7th & T Streets corridor.” His response, ‘What man?’ Petey yelled, ‘President Richard Nixon.’
“I ran from Harrison Playground located at 13th & W Streets to 7th & T Streets and there was Nixon walking around with this huge crowd following him. But I could not get anywhere near him because now there were Secret Service Men present guarding his every move very carefully. I remember catching the eye of one of them and yelled to him ‘tell the President, Harold Bell is here I use to caddy for him at the Burning Tree Golf Course.’ The Secret Sevice man looked at me and said, ‘Write him a letter,’ Bell said.
He took the advice and wrote to President Nixon at the White House reminding him of their Burning Tree experience and updating him on his work in the riot area of Shaw/Cardozo with at-risk children and youth gangs.
Two weeks later President Nixon responded to his letter saying, “Your reflections on our late evening golf at Burning Tree brought back wonderful memories, and I well remember our discussions at the time. Like too many youngsters you had to begin your working career early and were forced to bypass the good times and games that most boys and girls your age were able to enjoy. What makes me very proud of you is that you have returned to the young people whose lives today resemble your own early years and that you are dedicated to giving them help along the difficult road of life. They sorely need the inspiration and the example that you are able to give them.”
In August 1969 President Nixon invited Harold and his wife Hattie to the White House for lunch and that invitation led to a Presidential appointment. He left the DC Department of Recreation & Parks to take a job with the Department of Defense (DOD). His new boss Secretary of Defense Melvin Lair assigned him to the office of Domestic Actions. His role was cover to all the military bases in the DMV allowing the community to use the base facilities such as; swimming pools, basketball and tennis courts, and baseball fields.
He established the first-ever half-way house for juvenile delinquents in 1971 on Bolling Air Force Base in SE Washington, DC. The residents were juveniles bussed in from DC’s overcrowded facilities. The facility was a game changer and a feather in Bell’s cap. He negotiated with Bolling AFB Chaplin Charles Rider and DC Mayor Walter Washington while his mentor DC Superior Court Judge Luke C. Moore ran interference. Petey Greene, DC Superior Court Judges and members of the Washington Redskins became mentors to the youth in their new home.
With Bell’s contacts at the White House and his friendships with pro athletes the programs, he administered worked beautifully. Unfortunately, in 1972, Watergate broke and upset the political landscape. Bell had a shaky relationship with the Base Commander Duane Erickson who considered him an ‘Outsider.’ He used the Watergate confusion to abolish Bell’s job.
Bell was not out of work for long he joined the staff of Project Build headed by its dynamic Director Roland Williams. The program was designed to help prepare young men for the world of work using the trades as the vehicle (bricklaying, electric, plumbing, etc). He had also become the first Black sports talk show host in the Nation’s Capitol. He owes thanks to his mentor Petey Greene. His 5 minutes as a sports commentator on the Petey’s Sunday talk show open the door at W-O-O-K Radio. Bell joined childhood friend, DJ John ‘Terrible Turk’ Edwards.
To Bell, the professional athlete is still the most influential man in the black community. It is either them or the pimp and hustler the kids have to emulated. “Athletics are still the main avenue out of the ghetto, Bell said.
“My objective is to let kids use athletics but not let athletics use them. There is education, travel, and all the experiences that broaden a youngster– things that go beyond even athletics.”
“Let’s face it, in athletics, you’re here today and gone tomorrow. I could have done a lot more with my life, I suppose if I had been looking out for me. But that’s not the way I am. I’m also at peace with myself. Peace of mind is not for sale. Success to me is not measured by finances” and kids are really first.
Riddick Bowe former undisputed heavyweight champion of the world is now broke and homeless. Rock Newman lives a lie in black and white on color television. He rides around DC in a white Rolls Royce with a white poodle on the front seat. Negroes and colored people flock to his TV show like he is a spokesman for the black community. We are still looking for love in all the wrong places!
Virginia Governor Ralph Northam recently caused a funk in the DMV (DISTRICT, MARYLAND, and VIRGINIA) and beyond after a 1984 college yearbook photo with him appearing in a KKK robe or in blackface! My question is what do you say and do when a television personality is caught in blackface pretending to be white his entire adult life?
In June 2005 there was a press conference held at the ESPN Zone in Washington, D. C to talk about the upcoming Mike Tyson vs Kevin McBride heavyweight boxing match scheduled in Washington, DC. The undercard would feature the undefeated Laila Ali the daughter of The Greatest, Muhammad Ali.
I was seated down front when the event’s co-promoter Rock Newman walked into the room. The next thing he said, “Joining us today is one of DC’s greatest athletes and sports media personalities, Mr. Harold Bell.” To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I had to check the room to see if there was another Harold Bell seated somewhere! I made my way to the podium after the introduction of the fighters and thanked Rock for his kind words. During that conversation with him and the co-promoter in name only, Marty Wynn, I suggested to Rock and Marty the idea of taking the fighters out into the community with a message “Spread the love and stop the violence.” He then told Marty to give me “All Access” to the fighters. Marty then suggested that “We will get some tickets for Harold’s kids.” As I exited the ESPN Zone I encountered my former Winston-Salem State University roommate and football teammate, D. C. Boxing Commissioner, Dr. Arnold McKnight.
I told him to expect a call from Rock Newman describing how he disarmed and handled me at the press conference. Right on cue, Rock called him the very next morning saying, “Have you ever seen Harold Bell so meek, did I handle him or what?” Dr. McKnight called me immediately and said, “Your boy just called as you had predicted.”
People like Rock Newman are so predictable, once they get two dollars more than someone else, suddenly they become smarter. This is the same Rock Newman who flunked out of Howard University. Dr. Arnold McKnight aka DC Boxing Commissioner was Rock’s former baseball coach at Howard University. Dr. McKnight had to approach the teacher responsible for his flunking out to change his F grade to a C. He wined and dined her and took her to his bed. It makes you wonder how much did Rock pay for his degree?
One evening after baseball practice Dr. McKnight was walking through the locker room and discovered a wallet lying on the floor. He picked it up and looked in it to identify the owner and discovered two driving licenses belonging to Rock Newman. The Prince Georges County license ID was for a white man and the DC license ID was for a black man. Dr. McKnight called and asked me to meet him at Face’s Restaurant on Georgia Avenue and it was there he showed me the two licenses.
Rock is seen in the photo above in a bright colored dashki trying to look and pretend to be as black as possible.
I was associated with Don King for over thirty years and I know you can’t believe everything you hear that comes out of a boxing promoter’s mouth, especially a Don King “Wannabe,” like Newman.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEC9hX3jQVo/ Don King and the State of the Black Athlete.
In one of Mike Tyson’s title defenses in Las Vegas I was walking through the hotel lobby and I see Don King holding court with several reporters and I headed in the other direction when he yelled across the lobby “Harold Bell just the man I want to see.” I walk over and he says, “You know your homeboy is out here passing for white.” My response, “Who are you talking about?” He laughs and says, ‘Rock Newman.’ That was nothing new to me I always knew he was trying to live in two different worlds, one black and one white. In his home state of Prince Georges County (Charles County) he passed for white and wore his black face when he was in DC.
Riddick Bowe could have been one of the greatest heavyweight champions of all-time but he was destine for failure. The cheerleaders he surrounded himself with for example; Rock Newman (manager), Mayor for life Marion Barry (The Bitch Set Me Up), Cora Masters Barry (convicted felon and theft), Dick Gregory (diet guru), Cathy Hughes (scam artist), Pastor Willie Wilson (pimp in the pulpit),and Kelley Swanson was the head of the class. The only decent human beings in his camp were the legendary trainer Eddie Futch and Dr. McKnight.
Shameless Kelly Swanson (the head of the class) and Rock Newman in black and white.
Bowe has told friends and foe Rock Newman is responsible for the millions of dollars missing out of his bank account! When Newman appointed Cora Masters Barry to head up Bowe’s non-profit organization it was like putting the fox in charge of the Hen House. It was here the monies donated by Bowe were split between Rock and Cora. The monies never made it to the non-profit organizations Bowe earmarked it for. Right about now Riddick Bowe is dead broke and there is a good possibility he is somewhere homeless. Have you ever wondered why Riddick Bowe the former undisputed heavyweight champion of the world has never appeared on the Rock Newman Show?
In 2005 at the MCI Center in Washington, DC Mike Tyson fought his last professional fight by going out backwards–he lost. Kevin McBride was a loser in ever sense of the world but on that June night Tyson refused to answer the bell for the 7th round ending a stella and remarkable boxing career. On that same night would be my last time I spoke with my dear friend Muhammad Ali. He was in town to watch his daughter Laila Ali fight on the undercard which really turned out to be the main event.
The co-promoter for the fight was a young brother by the name of Marty Wynn who had no clue and had to call in Rock Newman who had just sabortaged the career of Riddick Bowe. I tried to warn Marty to watch his back and his bottom-line, but all he could see was bright lights, big city and and opportunity to make a name for himself in the world of boxing. When the dust had settle he and Rock Newman were calling each other names that came straight out of the gutter. It was all about the money and I have each and every email correspondence between the two of them to prove it. The emails were provided by Marty Wynn–too little too late.
See email below from Rock Newman to Marty Wynn where he admonished Marty for not being a “Real Black Man” and goes on to call him The Queen of Bitches and a faggot. Talking about the pot calling the kettle black!
Who are you going to believe me or your lying eyes (this is 1 of 12 emails).
Cora Masters Barry was a former DC Boxing Commissioner. She was convicted of stealing thousands of dollars from the commission. She is standing next to boxing promoter Don King with several other “Usual Suspects” including me.
I remember following up on my conversation with Rock at the ESPN Zone. I wrote, “Rock I have watched promoters and fighters come and go in this town and go through the motions of giving something back. Once the fighting and ego- tripping are over the town and our children remained in the same sad state as when you first arrived.”
The Saturday June 11th fight at MCI Center was billed as “The Capitol Explosion” the explosion. We all should be worrying about the explosion of senseless drive by shootings and unsolved black on black murders in our streets. The murders have reached epidemic proportions. The claim and cry by politicians, athletes and ministers of making “Children First” has become a running joke in my city.
For example, a group of young men who were trying to do “The right thing” by going to school and excelling academically are being pushed aside and to the “Back of the bus.” They are singing sensations, all brothers known as Nu Era . Their ages range from thirteen, fourteen, fifteen and sixteen. They all attend Dunbar High School in D. C. I met the young men and their father Mr. Osaris Marsh in February of 2005. They performed at a Black History event honoring my wife Hattie and me.
I was impressed with their outstanding attributes and their sense of “Family first.” When the Mike Tyson fight was announced I went to my former college teammate and roommate, Dr. McKnight. I suggested that the young men DC natives Nu Era sing the National Anthem for the fight. Shortly after listening to their CD and watching them on DVD Dr. McKnight agreed this was “The Right Thing” to do. He immediately called Promoter Marty Wynn. In that telephone conversation with Mr. Marsh and me listening via speakerphone Dr. McKnight made it clear in no uncertain terms he wanted Nu Era to perform the National Anthem. Marty Wynn’s response, “Doc, Rock and I owe you that much for helping us put this fight together, done deal.”
Enter two weeks later, singing and recording artist Gerald Lavert, suddenly he becomes the frontrunner to sing the National Anthem, what ever happen to Nu Era and making “Children First?” On the eve of the fight I met the late Gerald Lavert traveling with some DC homeboys and I stopped him and introduced myself. I explained the problem and he agreed that was not the right thing to do. He said, “I Got it!” He refused to sing the National Anthem. Gerald was a young man with integrity and he will be dearly missed.
My question to Rock Newman, “How can you call yourself a role model and sell out our children?” Dr. McKnight confessed to me that Rock had sabortaged the young men’s appearance. Newman’s kind of “Plantation Mentality” is a cancer in this city. Our children’s second class citizenship must end. Rock Newman is definitely not the sign of progress or a sign that we have any chance to “OVERCOME!” Movie producer Spike Lee has been nominated again for his latest movie “Black Klans Man” hopefully he will win his first Oscar for “Best Director.”
His sequel could be how a black man appears in black face pretending to be white and give Rock Newman the undercover role. Spike won’t need to hire another actor because Rock could play both roles! Dam, I had forgotten black comedian Godfrey Cambridge played in a similar role in 1970. The plot, a white insurance sales man, Jeff Gerber gets the surprise of his life when he wakes up and discovers that his skin now resembles a black man’s. Let the fun began. Being black in America has not been funny!
Armstrong Williams is another who speaks with fork tongue when it comes to our children.
Super Bowl XIII Black Santa Claus and his merry men
CBS/NFL studio host James Brown was on the front page of the sports section in the Washington Post on Tuesday he was advertised as the Black Santa? I found the title totally disrespectful. I found nothing in the story mentioning anything about Christmas! He is on the verge of hosting his 9th Super Bowl which is a hell of an accomplishment for a local boy that made good in sports media.
The story made me look back and say “Why not me?” I went back to my archives to do some research and quickly discovered why it was not me. I didn’t play the game.
In 1974 the Washington Star Sports columnist the late J. D. Beathea wrote a column titled, “Harold Bell.” In the first paragraph he writes, ‘Harold Bell is the only black guy living in America who grew up in a ghetto in real poverty, but still never learned to ‘Play the Game’, that great American past time. Everyone plays the game to some degree that is what success is all about. Playing the Game, being alternately malleable assertive with the right people at the right time, Bell never learned. If he had, given his drive and single mindfulness, he would have been dangerous.”
J. D. got it right to some extent, I knew how to play the game but I refuse to play it because if it was not going to help my people I was not playing. Too many of my ancestors died trying to make me a free black man in America. They were hung by their necks, homes set on fire, their children were sold to racist white slave owners and their wives were raped and killed just for the fun of it. I have never been into success at any cost for example, by way of stepping on others to get to the next level, lying and cheating, using alcohol and drugs to go along to get along, despite me beating those odds I am still flawed!
In 2019 We are surrounded by that same plantation mentality. It will be on display at Super Bowl LIII in Atlanta on Sunday with James Brown in the broadcast booth pretending he is down with the struggle of the black community.
He is “The Chosen One” don’t expect him to write a commentary asking the question, why are there no black American NFL owners and only 2 black coaches, and why are the players being treated like slaves by the owners?
January 2019 marks the 50th anniversary of the NY Jets beating the Baltimore Colts in the biggest upset ever in professional football. Why is there is no mention of why the great DB and co-captain Johnny Sample with his outstanding play in that game is a good case that he should have been named the MVP. And why despite his one of a kind NFL contributions why is he not in the NFL Hall of Fame? His pro football resume matches that of his teammate and co-captain Joe Namath or any other DB in the hall.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzY5Mki8OVE&t=256s/ Johnny Sample, Roy Jefferson, Jim Brown, Sonny Hill, Willie Wood and JB Brown (NFL Roundtable)
James Brown is well aware of Johnny’s pro football history. I know for a fact he is a personal and old friend of Johnny’s daughter, Evelyn. In 1995 when Mike Tyson was defending his title against Buster Mathis in Philadelphia I found her visiting him in his hotel room. There was nothing suspicious or alarming about her visit he was expecting me. I know for a fact she is leading a campaign to get her father inducted into the NFL Hall of Fame but she has hit a brick wall—where is James Brown and the Philly connection, Sonny Hill (basketball legend and talk show host) and Stephen A. Smith (ESPN) they should be leading the charge.
Smith comes out of the same bag as James and Michael Wilbon, if they are moving their lips they are lying. When our college Coach Clarence Bighouse Gaines of Winston-Salem State was having a difficult time winning games at the end of his career Stephen A. Smith called for the Chancellor to fire him. He has the nerve to be on the Winston-Salem State website talking about how much he loved Bighouse!
I remember leading a similar campaign to get native Washingtonian and Green Bay Packer great Willie Wood inducted in the NFL Hall of Fame. It was the late 80s after he was blackballed. I didn’t have a CBS, NBC, ABC, Fox News, CNN, ESPN, TNT, HBO platform to promo and market him. I had Inside Sports and W-U-S-T Radio and the legendary sports columnist of the Washington Times, the late Dick Heller to help me pull it off. Willie was inducted in 1989. No thanks to James Brown or Mike Wilbon (ESPN). Neither one ever invited him on their show or wrote a column supporting him.
In 2007 I co-hosted a salute and tribute to assist Willie in paying his nursing home bills. His lawyer and former college teammate Bob Schmitz was my co-host. The tribute was held at a restaurant on the Waterfront in Georgetown. Willie’s Green Bay Packer teammates and former players were out in force led by (QB) Bart Starr, (RB) Paul Hornung, (WR) Boyd Dowler, (DE) Willie Davis, Baltimore Colt (TE) John Mackey, Redskin’s Charley Taylor (WR) and (LB) Sam Huff and Cleveland Brown (RB) Jim Brown. It was a great evening for Willie. James Brown was not in attendance but he did visit Willie in the nursing home and said he wrote a check.
The great legendary NFL LB Sam Huff pays tribute to the great Willie Wood. Sam and Willie are both suffering from dementia since this photo.
NFL Hall of Fame RB Paul Hornung says hello to his friend and teammate
The monies allegely raised ($57,000) came up missing thanks to Bob Schmitz. He assigned his family to collect the donations that came through the door. I asked Jim Brown to contact Schmitz about the missing money on a conference call with Willie’s sister, Gladys. Three days passed and I had no update of the status on the call or missing monies. First, I called Gladys and was told to my surprise that Jim had asked her to hang up the telephone and he would handle it! I immediately called Jim for an explanation, I asked, “what was going on and why did you ask Willie’s sister to hang up the phone?” His response, what the F was I doing questioning him and ya-da ya-da ya-da. It finally dawned on me that he had cut a deal with Bob Schmitz, that was as low as you could go. In all probability there was a deal–10 years later that money has disappeared without a trace. I asked James Brown and Mike Wilbon to look into the missing dollars but they looked the other way.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Sometimes they are one of the same.” Willie’s friend Bob Schmitz!
In a twist last year I spotted Jim Brown on the James Brown television talk show, why would I find this strange? I remember a sports media forum being held on the campus of the University of the District of Columbia (UDC)in the late 70s. I was not invited to participate for whatever reason but I decided to be a part of the audience and to tape the program for my radio show. I sat right down front while members of the forum were introduced. There was Martin Wyatt (WRC-TV 4), Glenn Harris (WHUR Radio), George Solomon (Washington Post), Greg Mosso (WHUR Radio), James Brown (WTEM Radio) and several others whose names escape me.
The kicker was when James stepped to the microphone to introduce himself. He made it clear he was not the James Brown the singer who led cops on a high speed chase in Georgia and was jailed for drugs and “I am not the Jim Brown (the NFL poster boy for domestic violence) who throws his girl friends over balconies.” Everybody broke out laughing on the panel, but I didn’t think it was funny.
After the program was over I pulled James to the side and tried to explain to him you don’t belittle other black men for the sake of a laugh. I mailed the tape to Jim Brown and he called me later wondering what he had ever done to James Brown–the bottom-line birds of a feather flock together!
On Sunday February 17th the brothers will be running, jumping up and down, and giving high 5s to each other at the NBA All-Star Game down the road in Charlotte, NC. This will be a similar plantation, 32 teams, one black owner and 3 black coaches and 75% of the labor force is black? Here you will find another Washingtonian pretending he is also down with the struggle in the black community, Dave Aldridge. He will be representing another plantation and Fake News organization a subscription blog called “The Athletic.” It is beyond me why someone would pay $5 for information you can Google 24 hours a day without charge!
James and Dave have never really been down with the struggle so they are happy in their skins they come from similar backgrounds. James grew up in NE DC and was a decent playground basketball player on his neighborhood playground. There was little or no contact in the inner-city as it relates to places like Barry Farms, Langston Terrace, Simple City, Potomac Gardens, Parkside projects and Kelley Miller, Watts, Rosedale, Parkview, and Banneker playgrounds. When it came to inner-City orientation there was none except when his schools made visits to the downtown NW DC museums and monuments traveling via Georgia Avenue and the 14th Street NW corridor that was as close as they got to the inner-city.
I remember it was in Philadelphia December 1995 Mike Tyson was defending his title against Buster Mathis. The fight was billed as “A Presumption of Innocence” in reference to his alleged rape of Desiree Washington a beauty contestant in the Miss American pageant, in Indianapolis, Indiana. I question Don in the hotel lobby as why he chose James to be on the DK Productions Boxing Broadcasting team over me. His response, “Harold baby, I can control James but I cannot control you my brother!” Well at least he was honest!
I found a link from an interview with Geraldo Rivera the interview centered around Don King. A friend viewed the video and asked me how could I go on national television and support Don King when I undestood his mode of operation? As J. D. Beathea mention at the top of this blog relating to “Playing the Game.” I was trying to play the game with this brother because I was in Cleveland when Muhammad Ali gave him his big break. It was Don King who said to me, “Stick close to me baby we are going places”, but he forgot after he arrived that I was suppose to go with him. I gambled and lost and I moved on!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nygALb50FV4/ Against All Odds: Geraldo, Bert Sugar and Jack Newfield.
James Brown’s Ladder to Success:
*Inside Sports Celebrity Fashion Show
*Jim Vance convince NBC brass to audition me for weekend sportscaster slot (I failed)
*James Brown hears thru the grapevine and follows me (fails)
*He goes behind the back Bullets color analyst Chuck Taylor and convince Wes Unseld to put in a good word to owner Abe Pollin to replace Chuck
*WUSA TV 9
*Don King Boxing
*HBO Real Sports
*Fox/NFL studio host
*CBS/NFL studio host
*Met with Sam Jones, Butch McAdams, Gil Hoffman, Christy Winter Scott, Andrew Dyer. I asked him to co-host Earl Lloyd Day and tribute during NBA All-Star Weekend 2000 in DC. Campaign to get Earl inducted into the NBA Hall of Fame. He agrees and later asked me if I had checked with owner Abe Pollin. My response was, “No Abe Pollin was not my father, I checked with Red Auerbach!” James was a no show. Earl Lloyd Day and tribute was a success. Earl was inducted into NBA Hall of Fame in 2003.
*He claims Petey Greene as his mentor until I called him out.
“Harold has always been a voice for people who didn’t have a voice. He has
always called it as he saw it. He has been an inspiration and motivation
for me and a lot of other black broadcasters.” James Brown (NFL/CBS Sports)
Sam Jones (NBA), James Brown (CBS), HBell and Earl Lloyd (NBA)
*Claims he is a minority owner of the MLB Nationals until I called him out. He admits on George Michael’s Sports Machine “I am not a part of the decision making for the Washington Nationals!”
In this interview Don King talks about racism and Free Labor as being the biggest business in America and how it is all about control.
If James Brown thinks that story in the Tuesday edition of the Washington Post was a compliment to him calling him a “Black Santa” he has a bigger problem than I first thought, evidently he does not like himself. I coordinated and hosted 45 straight years of Kids In Trouble Christmas toy parties for needy children and I don’t remember him playing Santa Claus or even donating a toy–Black Santa?
REMEMBER JOHNNY SAMPLE (NO. 24)
In a striking photo Muhammad Ali yells to Liston to get up!
Jack Johnson begs Tommy Burns to get up!
In February Charlotte, NC the banking capitol of the world and “The Front Runner” in REDLINING in Black America will host the NBA All-Star Game and the CIAA Basketball Tournament. Several miles down the road in Atlanta, Georgia (home of Black Hollywood) the NFL will host the 53rd Super Bowl. The common denominator–the black athlete aka “The 40 Million Dollar Slave” will entertain the 1% and other black wannabes who think they have arrived in America!
This Black History Month blog will take a look at the emergence and downfall of the Black Athlete in America. Joe Gans of Baltimore, Maryland was the first black champion. He won the world Lightweight title in 1902. In December 1908 Jack Johnson knocked Tommy Burns out to become the first black Heavyweight Champion of the World. In February 1964 Heavyweight Champion Sonny Liston refuse to answer the bell and Muhammad Ali became the Heavyweight Champion of the World and the tiled propelled him into “The Greatest.” A man named Sugar Ray Robinson is still called “The Greatest” pound for pound fighter in the history of boxing. He fought in the lightweight, welterweight, middleweight and light heavyweight divisions. In 2002 Ring Magazine ranked him number one on the list of the 80 best fighters in the last 80 years.
Dr. Martin Luther King’s birthday was January 15th and Muhammad Ali’s Birthday was January 17th and February has been designated as Black History Month. The No. 1 theme song in Black America in 2019 is still “We Shall Overcome” sixty years after the death of the Rev. Martin Luther King. There is overwhelming evidence and proof we have not overcome–not even close!
If you think we have overcome evidently you didn’t read the USNEWS REPORT in April 2018, it read, “Before signing the Fair Housing Act into law in 1968, President Lyndon Baines Johnson called it among the proudest moments of his presidency. Because he thought Negro families will no longer have to suffer the humiliation of being turned away because of their race and then the reality set in: Uneven enforcement, deep seated culture bias, and the bill’s own flaws allowed bigoted mortage bankers (Charlotte, NC) and unscrupulous landlords to preserve and profit from the status quo. Now a half century after the Fair Housing Act became a civil-rights landmark, multiple studies show housing in America is as nearly as segregated as it was was when LBJ enacted the law designed to eliminate it. Studies show Black Americans still lags behind whites in homeownership, and equal pay. A black man in America in 2019 makes half the salary of a white man. Home ownership and equal pay are the key assets in building middle-class wealth.
Black wannabes are still living in a fantasy world. For example, blacks in Prince Georges County, Maryland have proudly called themselves “The Richest Black County in America” while having the highest foreclosure rate and its police department ranking in the top five as one of the most brutal and racist in America. The 2014 issue of Politico Magazine describes Prince Georges County as “The Ferguson Next Door!” The County shares DC’s eastern and southern boulders. The magazine considers the county a ticking time bomb because of its history relating to racism.
When you finish reading this blog please explain to me what does the black athlete and blacks in media have to celebrate as it relates to these great men?
These men spent their lives standing up for something and not falling for just anything. These black athletes and blacks in media should hang their heads and confess they have dropped the ball and should walk backwards to pick up their checks on pay day.
Last year a CNN media personality wrote a blog titled “What MLK Might Say To Donald Trump? My question and response would be “What MLK Might Say To Black America, especially, the black athlete?” See link below for ‘The Chosen One’ LeBron James as he puts his foot in his mouth and then has to apologize:
He is one of the 40 Million Dollar Slaves who does not have a clue. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu8PD5gAsfs
I would also like to introduce you to Dale Hansen a white television sports reporter as he explains “White Priviledge” in America. Maybe this will explain to some ‘Why we cannot get over it!’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ir7JUkTPcbA
The late great boxing Historian Bert Sugar explains “White Collar Crime!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nygALb50FV4
This link will tell you what to say when you son says, “I want to play in the NFL / https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnkLBKgySkQ&fbclid=IwAR3PMjty8UjJhs8xMhbsZdOfVJ7mPfswVKwMwKtV1x5vRtrYgoymmA20CWE&app=desktop /
This link will introduce you to The Real Lebron James “The Chosen One” as he tries to explain racism in the NFL compared to racism in the NBA and how Jewish money runs America. The next thing he says out his mouth, “I am the G. O. A. T. Someone once said, “Its best to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt–meet LeBron James. He had to eat his words and apologize to those ‘Old NFL white men’ and the Jewish community. NBA Players are still laughing at him for saying out loud he thought he was ‘The G. O. A. T.’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu8PD5gAsfs
This link will show how “White Priviledge and White Crime” works in White America. The Washington Post and its owners Katerine and her son Donald Graham kidnapped my show tag “Inside Sports” in 1978 and had the nerve to write about the theft in a blog. Would you believe after the fact Donald writes me a check for a donation to Kids In Trouble and ask for anonimity!
Its okay to take and steal in White America and than write bankruptcy laws, and rely on White Priviledge and White Collar Crime to bypass their wrong doing.
I remember riding down Connecticut Avenue in NW DC one afternoon when a brother in a UPS truck ask me to pull over. He pulled in behind me and introduced himself as a fan of my Inside Sports talk show. He told me his wife worked for Pro Serve and sports agents Donald Dell and David Falk. The agents according to his wife were mis-handling Adrian Dantley’s money using it to invest in projects that Adrian knew absolutely nothing about. He asked only that I leave his wife’s name out of it. I immediately contacted Adrian’s mother Virginia. I discovered he was out of the country with his new bride. Virginia refuse to believe that Falk was investing Adrian’s money without his knowledge. Her reason, Falk had just named Adrian the Godfather of his daughter.
Long story short, his new wife Dimitri an attorney demanded an audit. The audit clearly showed that Falk had mis-managed close to 2 million dollars of Adrian’s money. A 15 million dollar lawsuit followed and an out of court settlement was made with the stipulation that Adrian could not discuss the settlement with anyone. This is another loop-hole of “White Collar Crime.” The crook is allowed to steal for another day.
Adrian after his playing career was over became an assistant coach for the Denver Nuggets. In a game between the Wizards and Nuggets at the Verizon Center I encountered him in the Nuggett’s lockeroom and I asked, “why was Falk still hanging out in NBA lockerrooms after his court case against him?” He said, ‘It was not all on David, his partner Donald Dell was just as guilty!’ Adrian has never been the sharpest knife in the draw, but his response still surprised me. I am still waiting for him to say, “Thank you” for alerting him that Pro Serve and David Falk was carrying him to the bank–the wrong bank. Falk also represented Michael Jordan, John Lucas, John Thompson, Patrick Ewing, Alonzo Morning and a host of other black Million Dollar Slaves. I bet you he carried each and everyone of them to the bank with the exception of Big John Thompson, he went to the same bank with Falk, he was ‘The Bag Man.’
Media’s War on Black men continues / see attachment Inside Sports & The Sunday Long Read)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0Ao4hqcIPs
NFL / no black owners / 32 teams / 2 black head coaches / 70% players are black / Rooney Rule is a joke.
NBA / one black owner / 30 teams / 3 black head coaches / 75% players are black
Red Auerbach kicked the door open for Earl Lloyd and Michael Jordan
Earl Lloyd ‘The First to Play’
“To Catch a Theft” two years ago I uncovered a scam being run on several NBA players relating to pioneer Earl Lloyd and the Documentary/Movie “The First to Play,” NBA players Kawhi Leonard (San Antonio), Carmelo Anthony (NY Knicks), Chris Paul (LA Clippers) and several other players were scammed out of X amount of dollars. I contacted Coach Greg Popovich and Commissioner Adam Silver as it related to the scam. The NBA quietly shut down the documentary/movie. I have to give credit to TNT’s Dave Aldridge for contacting the scammer and having him make good on several bounced checks to a researcher in Alexandria, Virginia. The Commmissioner followed up with a note thanking me for my concerns.
MLB / no black owners / 30 teams / two black Managers / Black American baseball players are less then 9% of the league’s players in 2019. Jackie Robinson must be turning over in his grave!
NHL / no black owners / 31 teams / no head coaches / you can count the black players on one hand without the thumb. The Commissioner Gary Bettman was the NBA league legal counsel IN 1978. I was in a meeting representing Nike with him and former player and VP of player personel, Rod Thorn. Nike NBA Promotions and Marketing Director, John Phillips had invited me to attend. The reason for the meeting, we were there to find out why the leaugue was restricting the players their freedom from playing in summer community organized charity games. The meeting got rather heated when Bettman yelled out, “You cannot do that because we own the players,” that plantation mentality has propelled him into the Commissioner of the NHL.
In 2019 a black man in America makes half the salary of a white man!
In 2019 the No. 1 theme song in Black America is still “We Shall Overcome??”
A true "Trail Blazer" Paul Roberson
I often wonder how is it that a brother like me out of a DC NE housing project and the product of a single parent home can make a difference in hundreds of young people's lives against all odds. I tell you how, my mother and grandmother were my inspiration and heroes–not black athletes. They help raise 4 knuckle head boys despite my mother spending 30 years in and out of a mental hospital. I have been invited to the White House by the President (Richard Nixon) and I have sat on the Mountain Top with The Greatest (Muhammad Ali), I changed the way we talk sports in America and didn't let it change me. I campaigned successfully to get two pro athletes inducted into their hall of fames without a CBS, NBC, ABC, Fox News, CNN, ESPN, TNT or HBO platform–I did it my way withouy lying, cheating and stepping on others to get ahead.
As we take a look at the status of the black athlete he is still on the bench and on his knees for all the wrong reasons as it relates to the Civil Rights movement. In the meantime, I want to remember my friend boxing historian, Bert Sugar. He is one of the reasons why I continue to say, "Every back face I see is not my brother and every white face I see is not my enemy."/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NGAuejiRUo
You can purchase my new book Volume 2 "My Walk Though American Sports History with Champs & Chumps" @www.blackmeninamerica.com
Mayor Walter Washington, the night Muhammad Ali made him the smartest man in DC
Mayor Washington and me pay tribute to my high school coach Dave Brown.
The Louisville International Airport to be renamed for The Greatest!
Louisville Mayor Greg Fischer said the name change reflects the city’s pride in a local son who has “left a legacy of athleticism, of humanitarianism that has literally inspired billions of people.”
Who remembers the tribute to The Greatest by the Washington DC Chamber of Commerce and the first black Mayor of Washington, DC, Walter Washington? The tribute was held at the Sheraton-Park Hotel on Connecticut Ave. NW. I remember the tribute, but I don’t remember the date! Ali was named “The Athlete of the Century” by the DC Chamber of Commerce. Jimmy Denson was the President at the time. I remember him calling me one evening to tell me about the upcoming event and asked if I would pick Ali up at the airport for the dinner. I have no clue to why I was ‘The Chosen One.’ There were rumors that the champ had requested that I pick him up because he needed to talk with me on an urgent matter. I am still trying to figure out that ugent matter!
When I arrived at National Airport on the morning of the tribute I had no trouble finding him, he was surrouned by his fans at the baggage carousel. Passengers were ignoring their luggage as it went around and around. I spotted his future wife Varonica ‘the other woman’ at the time sitting nearby. I went over and introduced myself and she pleaded with me to get the champ so that they could get to hotel–she was exhausted. I had to stand up on a chair and yell for him to get his attention and he yelled back at me “Whoa your horses Harold Bell” and I did! He loved this kind of attention. An hour or so later he gathered himself and we headed for the hotel.
Our adventured was just beginning. He and Varonica got separate rooms and this allowed me to spend some quality time with him to reflect on the Game Called Life. We talked about a range of topics that included the politics of racism, children, and the need to respect our own people, especially our parents and black women. He reminded me, “Our struggles are nothing compared to what our parents went through.” He compared himself to the first black heavyweight champion, Jack Johnson. He said, ‘Now there was a man of courage.’
The night of the dinner is one I will never forget. There was standing room only in the hall when Mayor Washington got up to present the champ with this huge plaque honoring him as The Athlete of the Century. Ali stopped the Mayor before he could get started and said, ‘Mr. Mayor do you know Harold Bell?’ The Mayor hesitated and the champ hollered out ‘Harold Bell stand up.’ My wife Hattie muttered under her breath ‘What the hell is going on?’ I stood up and Mayor Washington started to look out into the the audience and the champ pointed me out—you could hear a mouse piss on cotton for real. Ali repeated the question, ‘Mr. Mayor do you know my friend Harold Bell?’ The Mayor responded ‘Yes, who does not know Harold Bell!’ Ali reminded the Mayor that I was his friend and if anything happen to me he would be looking him up. The next words were, ‘Do you understand Mr. Mayor?’ The Mayor’s response, ‘I surely do champ’ and Ali followed with, ‘You are not as dumb as you look.’ Those words brought house down! Only Muhammad Ali could get away with something like that even the Mayor had a good laugh. The next day I was the talk of the town. That was my priceless,unforgettable and my greatest moment with The Greatest. Thanks for the memories champ. RIP my friend you deserve it.
Mayor Walter Washington hanging out in “The Hood.”
The young child whose picture Sugar Ray Leonard worn on his socks in the 1976 Olympics was then a 37 year old independent young man in 2011. He says, “I am trying to be a better father to my children than my dad was to me.”
By Harold Bell Host & Executive Producer-Inside Sports
In the 1980s Sugar Ray Leonard, Jr., also known as “Little Ray” was the cute little kid appearing in soft drink commercials with his father. It is now 2011 and “Little Ray” is all grown up and speaking out as Ray Leonard, Jr.
In the meantime, Sugar Ray Leonard, Sr., shows up in his hometown of Washington, DC to promote his new book titled, “Sugar Ray Leonard: The Big Fight in and out of the Ring.” Sugar Ray Leonard kicked off the tour in New York City and then moved on to the ESPN studios in Bristol, Conn. where all of his charm was on display.
Ray Sr. was first seen earlier in the studio giving dance lessons to one of the ESPN female reporters. During the interview with a different female reporter there was little or no conversation about the book. The interviewer touched briefly on the sexual abuse issue. The 10 minute interview was spend talking about his performance on “Dancing with the Stars” and if the eventual winner of the contest Pittsburg Steelers’ WR Hines Ward could beat him in a street fight! When he made it to DC the media cheerleaders were in rare form. The first stop was the nationally syndicated Tom (aka Fly Jock) Joyner Morning Radio Show.
When I listen to morning talk radio (rarely) I listen to The Tom Joyner Show.
I try not to ever miss the Huggy Bear segments of the show. Huggy can usually start my day with a smile. I have been honored on the show during Black History Month as a “Little Known Black History Fact” and there was a story written on my community exploits. There was talk in the black community that Tom and his crew take the black community as a joke and seldom discuss the issues that are important to them, everything is always a joke! The departure of Tavis Smiley caused many listeners to think of him as a selfish ego tripping personality that took him self too serious. That school of thought has since changed he is all that and more.
I made sure I e-mailed Tom my blog on Sugar Ray Leonard and the lies Ray has been living throughout his boxing career. He continues to live those same lies today in and out of the ring. This was the opportunity to prove whether Harold Bell was a liar or was Sugar Ray Leonard perpetrating a fraud! Tom starts the interview by asking “Ray why did you put in the book the part about the sexual molestation by one of your boxing trainers? I could have lived with just knowing of your success as a boxer!” The response was pure B. S. Ray claimed he didn’t fight the sexual advances off because one of the perpetrators was giving him money and the other held his Olympic future (penis) in his hands. His response proved he was involved in homosexual acts before the 1976 Olympics. Tom never pressed the issue of who the perpetrators were!
A good reporter or interviewer would have to know or should have known there were more than two trainers/ boxing coaches involved in Sugar Ray Leonard’searly career. Ray’s cop-out by not naming the perpetrators left his other coaches/trainers with question marks as it relates to their sexual preference!
There are those who were in the inner-circle who remember one of Ray’s trainer/coach Jank’s Morton picking him up late at night and they would go for long rides not to return until the wee hours of the morning? The two trainers/coaches Pappy Gault (House of Champions) and Jim Merritt (Hillcrest Boxing Club) are both dead.
Tom Joyner asked Ray to respond to Atlanta Pastor Eddie Long’s homosexual charade, he paused and said “No comment.” I thought he was going to apologize for asking the question. Tom sheepishly replied, ‘okay’ and moved on to the next non-enlightening question, ‘How is little Ray?’
Ray: “little Ray is 37 years old and has given me 4 grandchildren. He is a sharp and smart young man and doing real well.”
Tom: What about Juanita?
Ray: Tom this book has given me the opportunity to make amends and apologize to her because I was not a good husband or a good father (talking about an understatement he wasn’t even a good brother!)
Tom: What is happening with your boxing promotions?
Ray: It is on the back burner for the time being but I am going to get back into it and I am thinking about bringing you in!
Tom: I am ready lets do it, Ray Leonard’s new book it is in the stores!
Sad commentary, but that is par for black news in the black community.
It is either one or two things, you are either getting it a week late or when you get it LIVE it is filtered. Sounds all too familiar!
Next stop is Fox 5 Morning News and they open up the Ray Leonard segment with him dancing with the female reporter who just happens to be doing the interview.
Ray puts his foot in his mouth several times, once he claims he didn’t have a girlfriend until he was 20 years old but the fact remains that Little Ray was born when he was 17! What was Juanita lunch meat? It gets worst at W-U-S-A TV 9 where the interviewer is sports anchor Bret Haber who is so infatuated with Ray I thought he was going to lean over and kiss him. He is definitely no Warner Wolf or Glenn Brenner! The weatherman Topper Shutt was heard on set saying, “I wanted to ask Ray to sit in for me but I was scared he might be too good.”
The only thing missing from the set was anchorman Derrick McGenty wearing a short skirt and waving pom-poms.
Ray was last seen at a book store on Connecticut Ave NW it was here the Usual Suspects showed up to pay homage and kiss his ring. Boxing/trainer Janks Morton was the first in line followed by his two brothers, Kenny and Roger and long time friend Claude Boger. Missing in action were Team Leonard members, Dave Jacobs, Irving Millard and Julius “Juice” Gathling.
Inside Sports Co-host Ray is seen here on W-U-S-T Radio talking with several middle school students before the show as Janks looks on.
I am asking Ray why he fired trainer Dave Jacobs and I asked him to re-hire him and he did. Janks was not a happy camper.
On Wednesday June 8, 2011 Ray Leonard Jr. read my blog account of his mother Juanita and he allegedly pulling a gun on his father and this was his response:
“I have never pulled a gun on my father. I am a great father and husband to my wife and I have not followed the same path. Please do not slander my name by saying something that is far from the truth.
My follow-up response / Wednesday June 8, 2011
Dear Ray Jr.,
Today your father is considered to be one of the greatest boxers of all-time, and according to Mike Trainer he has earned over 100 million dollars but that does not count what Trainer took to the bank for himself without Ray’s knowledge. Ray is now a member of the Boxing Hall of Fame. My question to you and your father—where is the beef? Ray Jr., I am hoping that when you decide to write the book to clear your name, suggested title “Sugar Ray Leonard, Jr. I am not my father.” It is either that or change your name. Peace of mind is not for sale!
In closing, I thank you for wanting to set the record straight. I wish you nothing but the best in your endeavors and may God continue to bless you and your family.
Ray Jr.’s Response / Wednesday June 8, 2011
Thanks My Brother,
I can not go back and change the transgressions of my father, but I can stop the cycle and not put this burden on my kids. My father is still a deeply troubled man, and the scars from what I went through as a kid, and still deal with as a grown man will stay with me forever. We all have a responsibility to be good people and produce better people. My entire family is a mess, and I moved way out to where I live to get away from it all. I was going in that same destructive path for some time, with the women, drinking, and since of entitlement, I woke up and decided to stop the cycle anyway possible.
I have been married for almost 9 years and have been with my wife for 13 years. I have 4 wonderful children, 2 girls and 2 boys. My oldest will be headed to UCLA or Stanford in a year and I couldn’t be happier. I am actually in the process of meeting with a writer to write my own book, because I am the only one not under contract to never be able to write anything negative about SRL. Even though I have enough things to say that would shock many people, I will not be airing my family’s dirty laundry in the book. I will speak the truth on the things that have already been said and hopefully give a road map to others that end up following in the path of their destructive parents. I am far from a perfect man, but I can look my self in the mirror and face my family everyday with no regrets. I appreciate your contribution to sports journalism and hope you continue to speak the truth on what you feel is right.
I have attached a picture of me and my family, which is the reason I strive to be a better man every day.
Ray Leonard Jr.
I had heard years ago that Sugar Ray Leonard Sr. had made each family member sign agreements not to ever write anything negative about him with the threat of cutting off the dollars! I commend Ray Jr. for having the courage and strength to write this response to me. It proves that a good apple can fall far away from a bad tree!
This was a newspaper story that was planted in the L. A. Times by Mike Trainor and Janks Morton. It was penned by sports columnist Earl Guskey in 1989. The story claimed that Ray had fired me from among his ass-kissing entourage because I was unhappy that he would not make a donation to my non-profit organization Kids In Trouble, Inc. and he would not give me a job! This was BS, KIT was the same organization he benefited from when he was in trouble. Media fraud and cheerleaders like Guskey, Buzz Bissinger, Tony Kornheiser, James Brown, Mike Wilbon have all helped Ray perpetrate this fraud on his fans. Ray Jr. knows better.
There is an annual contest at Duke University for the most
appropriate definition of a contemporary term.
This year’s term was: “Political Correctness”
The winner wrote:
“Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a piece of shit by the clean end.” Sounds like the winner knew Sugar Ray Leonard, Sr.