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One year ago Thorntons Gasoline opened at Hillsborough Ave, and George Road offering gasoline at one penny lower than the area gas stations. That one penny along with free coffee and fountain drinks and two for one hot dogs for thirty days and infectious smiles earned Thorntons some loyal customers. One year later, those loyal customers are being rewarded with a rewards card which will allow them to save ten cents per gallon at the tank for thirty days. After the thirty days, they will save three cents per gallon.
Thorntons gas price at this writing is $3.25 per gallon. The customers who sign up for the rewards card is paying $3.15 per gallon. Needless to say, Thorntons is the cheapest gas in town and has been the cheapest gas in town for over one year. They set tone in pricing. When they drop their prices the competitors follow suit. Of course that’s what the Anti-Trust Act intended. Thorntons who are opening up more stores in Florida has been good for the Tampa Bay economy.
They still have most of their staff they opened with last year including the manager Roland Bauer. The staff continues to greet the customers with infectious smiles.
If you haven’t made the journey to a Thorntons you might want to do it soon to sign up for their rewards card and take advantage of their low gas prices. While you signing up drop by the hot dog bar and take some hot dogs home with you.
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North Carolina A&T State University is known for the Four Freshman or Greensboro Four and the Reverend Jesse Jackson Sr. & Jr.
The school has many other unsung graduates who have contributed to society in a positive way. One such graduate is Phairlever Pearson who is shown above. Take a look at the video above to learn about his reamarkable life as a school Principal in the 1940s segregated south. For Iphone and Mac users please click Mr. Pearson photo to access the video.
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The year was 1967 and the Vietnam War was in full swing. It was the beginning of the wonder years, and I was attending Lincoln Jr. High School. It was a new school for me. As a matter of fact, it was a new school for all seventh graders who were called greenies by the eighth and ninth graders. The color green was not to be part of our wardrobe. If a seventh grader wore green, they would suffer the consequences of being embarrassed by the upper classmen. Today, I guess they would call it bullying. Somehow we got through it.
We had something called freedom of choice, but in reality, segregated schools were still in existence. As a result, all my classmates and teachers were black like me.
It was Mrs. Dalton’s science class that I took noticed of a boy named Rachon Fulton. He sat in front of Gregory Baldwin whom I had known since the first grade. Gregory lived up the street from me. Gregory and Rachon became good friends and eventually I was introduced to him. They both sat in the next column of seats. Rachon sat beside me to my left.
Rachon was a smart kid. We teamed together in a science project. We dissected a fish. I didn’t know much about him except that he went by the name of Scrappy.
Scrappy’s absence was noticed in the eighth grade. Gregory now known by the name Butterball thanks to Scrappy stayed in touch with him. Butterball told me that he was attending a different junior high school. Gillespie was the name of the school. Butterball and I would find ourselves attending Gillespie in the ninth grade.
Scrappy was not much of an athlete, but he was the starting quarterback on the football team. Both he and his cousin, Donald “Duck” Wright were quite popular and they dated the head cheerleaders. It turned out that Coach Raymond Johnson, the boys P.E. teacher as well as the football and basketball coach was their cousin by marriage. Needless to say, they both started on the basketball team. Chances are, had they not been related to Coach Johnson, they probably still would have started. Gillespie was a small school in comparison to Lincoln where they would have been penalized for their lack of athleticism. The boys were big fish in a little pond at Gillespie.
The peach fuzz boys made a fashion statement by rocking their white turtle necks with an orange alpaca, Vneck pullover sweater and green workmans’ khakis from Blumenthals. To complete their cool assemble, they wore Chuck Taylors with tube socks. It was the wonder years, and Duck and Scrappy were the mighty Warriors of Gillespie Park junior high school.
After the ninth grade, Scrappy joined his mother who had remarried ,in Iowa City Iowa. Scrappy returned to Greensboro in the eleventh grade. It was 1971, and to comply with the 1954 Supreme Court decision of Brown v. Board of Education, we were now in the first year of force busing. Scrappy lived with his maternal grandmother who lived in Smith High School district. Because he was coming in from another state, Scrappy was sent to Grimsley where Butterball and I were bused.
Scrappy graduated from Grimsley in 1973 and entered NC Central that fall. Scrappy would eventually drop out and join the Navy. After the Navy, Scrappy attended NC A&T where he received his degree in biology.
Scrappy and I would reconnect in Washington D.C. at Howard University. Scrappy was attending dental school and I was in law school. I learned of Scrappy’s presence through a classmate who had gone over to have some dental work done. Scrappy sent his contact information to me through Jake. I called him to catch up. During our conversation I mentioned that I suspected that now he was grown man and in professional school he no longer wanted to be called Scrappy. In reply, he said “I’m still Scrappy”. Indeed he was. We stayed in touch even after graduation. One day Scrappy came to my office and told me he was going back into the Navy. We hugged and I didn’t see him or hear from him. I had no idea as to what happened to him until I received a phone call informing me of his untimely death at the age of 58.
To prepare this Blog, I had the opportunity to talk to Crystal Nightpipe, the love of his life.
I learned from Crystal that Scrappy had unselfishly practiced Dentistry on an Indian reservation in South Dakota. Like Scrappy’s mother, Ms. Nightpipe was an educator and had navigated her way to becoming a middle school principal on the reservation in Mission South Dakota. Scrappy often volunteered his services at her school.
Money and material wealth was not an interest of Scrappy. Doing a good deed for his fellow citizen was on the top of his list. He enjoyed camping and family fun during the Holidays.
As a child, Scrappy always wanted a dog. Scrappy made that possible when he adopted a puppy he named Chuck. Chuck predeceded Scrappy in death. In addition to paling around with Chuck, he enjoyed camping and family fun during the Holidays.
In addition to Crystal, he also left behind his mother, Mrs. Jean Turner of Iowa City; uncle, Mr. Alvin Lewis; Mrs. Georgia Wright and family, Greensboro, N.C., Mr. Roy Lewis and family, Mr. Ray Lewis and family, all of North Carolina; and many other relatives in North Carolina and friends and patients everywhere he lived and worked for he knew no strangers.
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A few years ago, an arrogant young black male stated to me that schools like my Alma Mater, N.C. A&T State University, a Historically Black College University (“HBCU”) are no longer needed. Often speaking without thinking, the Carnegie Mellon graduate exclaimed in ignorance that blacks outside his family had never done anything for him. Sadly his lack of knowledge on African American History did not allow him to understand that had it not been for people like Rev. J.A. Delaine, Charles Hamilton Houston, Charlotte Brown Hawkins, Clarence Matthews, Phairlever Pearson and many more blacks unrelated to him, he would not have been able to attend Carnegie Mellon.
The video above also shows that the beat continues with the HBCU. On Christmas morning, Troy Hayden of Winston-Salem, a student assistant for A&T’s Cold Steel drum line arrived in full uniform at the home of six year old Raeshaun Emerson. During that visit which was a Christmas wish, Hayden showed the young drummer how to hold drumsticks and gave him a pair that lights up.
Raeshaun, who already had strapped on a drum he got for Christmas last year, played alongside Hayden. It was the perfect Christmas gift for a boy whose been watching A&T’s drummers since he was 2.
In October of this year, Raeshaun finally got to see the band and drum line live at Dudley High School’s homecoming parade.
After being contacted by a friend of Raesha Emerson, the 23 year old Hayden drove about 20 minutes from Winston-Salem, N.C. to Greensboro N.C. to fulfill the Christmas surprise.
For Hayden, an industrial systems engineering major at NC. A&T State University, making a child’s Christmas wish come true shows Cold Steel’s greater purpose.
“At the end of the day, it’s all about giving back,” says Hayden, “and I’m glad I was able to do it.”
In this season of Kwanzaa, we should all give back by teaching our history to our children.
Here is a little history as a starter. In 1890, Congress enacted the Second Morrill Act that mandated “a separate college for the colored race.” The Agricultural and Mechanical College for the Colored Race (now N.C. A&T) was established as that school in the state of North Carolina. The establishment of the school was ratified on March 9, 1891. By an act of the General Assembly, North Carolina’s legislative branch. Originally operating in Raleigh as an annex to Shaw University, the college made a permanent home in Greensboro with the help of local citizens such as DeWitt Clinton Benbow and Charles H. Moore.
In 1915, state legislators changed the college’s name to the Agricultural and Technical College of North Carolina; and in 1967, they elevated it to university status. N.C. A&T became a constituent university of the University of North Carolina in 1972.
In order to stamp out ignorance in our own community and to preserve our place in history, it is important to spread the word on our black history.
We will be sharing that history with you in February which is known as Black History Month. Hope you will join us.
By the way,that arrogant young man’s father graduated from N.C. A&T. N.C. A&T prepared the father for medical school.
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