Wash His Hands

The Icy Cold Spicket…

This is the week. The week we need to ensure any young person who started school recently, that they have a strong belief in themselves and a stronger belief in their future. I have been tutoring for the ACT’s and the SAT’s, most intensely this last 6 weeks, but even as far back as a year ago with one special young man. There is more pressure on students these days than there ever has been. This is why belief is not something only for adults. It is for all of us. Belief is a cup that must sometimes be running and overflowing before it is realized and applied to our hopes and dreams.

This is a story dedicated to the kids….. and to anyone who teaches a child or an adult.

Seeking a Position

A young man went to seek an important position, his first, at a large Landscaping company. He passed the initial interview and was going to meet the director for the final interview. The Director saw his resume, it was excellent. The young man had worked hard in writing it himself… NO AI!

Side story… I was teaching 9th graders one school year, more than a couple of years ago. I started teaching about lifestyle. All 4 of the boys in this group were shy, and at different levels, filled with the bravado of youth. I decided to have interviews, as they all were going to look for their first job soon. I asked each one the question, “Why do you want to work at the local waterpark?” The answers varied, but the answer I will never forget was… “The Babes, man, THE BABES!” Yes, I had more work to do to say the least!

Anyway, back to our story, the Director asked, “Have you received a scholarship for school?”

The boy replied, “No.”

“Was your father one who paid for your studies?”

“Yes.” He responded, “And my Mom worked extra to pay for my college.”

“May I ask, where does your father work?”

“My father is a Farmer, and he does landscape for fun.”

“Oh, I see… the Director trailed off.

May I See Your Hands?

The silence was filled with the slow drip and tiny splashes from the fountain on the man’s large granite topped desk. The silence was beginning to make the young man uncomfortable, when the Director asked , “May I see your hands?”

The young man showed him a pair of hands, that had never seen dirt. They were baby soft and perfect. His nails were absent any dirt and had recently had a manicure. The next question surprised the young lad. “Have you ever helped your parents at their job?” the Director asked as his eyes went from the tips of the young man’s hands directly to his eyes.

“Nope, Never. My parents always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, my dad can do the job and all the chores better than me.” He stammered as their eyes locked. The young man wished for this silence to be over even more than the last!

The director then said, “I have another request in order for you to complete your interview.”

“Sure, anything,” the relieved young man mumbled as he pulled his hands from the cold top of the desk.  

Wash His Hands and Come…

“When you go home today, I want you to go and wash the hands of your father and then come see me tomorrow morning.”

“You want me to wash his hands?” The boy clarified?

“Yes. See you in the morning.”

The young man felt his chance to get the job was high. He thought he had done a great job in the interview. His confidence was high also.

When he returned to his house he told his Mom all about the interview. He told her about the beautiful office, the expansive desk, and the giant pictures of beautiful landscapes on the walls. He told her about the little fountain on the desk too. She asked him what questions the Director asked. And he only remembered the last request. So, he asked his Mom if she thought his father if he would allow him to wash his hands when he came in from the farm that night.

“Sure, but you will need to catch him at the faucet where the hose is connected. He washes his hands there first.” His mother told him.

“Mom, why? That water is freezing even in the summer!! Dad has to let it drip during the winter to keep it from freezing, and it still freezes sometimes.”

“No mud belongs in this house. He will tell you. He knows how hard I work to keep our home nice and dirt free!”

So, the son went out to the faucet on the side of the house. He waited. He waited until the sun went down, He waited until after his Mom had rung the bell for dinner. He waited. Finally, after almost finishing half of the new book he had started, he saw his father trudging up to the faucet.

“Well son, this is a wonderful surprise!! You haven’t met me out here for about 12 years now. I think you were about 8 years old the last time! How was your interview? I’d give you a fist bump, but….

I can tell you about the interview in a moment, I have a request. “I want to wash your hands for you.” The son suddenly felt ‘as the kids would say’… Some Kind of Way! As he looked into the eyes of the man he adored, but hadn’t really spent this type of close time with in way too long.

Strange, Yet Happy!

His father felt strange, yet happy, and with mixed feelings, he presented his hands to his hands to his son. The young man felt as though he had done this very action earlier in the day. Now he really wondered what the Director thought.

The young man washed his father’s hands, little by little. The water was so cold, feeling was lost within the first few seconds, but he didn’t care. The hands he held were well… as old as the eyes he gazed into.

It was the first time that he noticed his father’s hands were wrinkled and they had so many scars. Some bruises were so painful, his skin seemed blistered when he grazed it, and he shuddered when he touched them.

This was the first time that the young man recognized what it meant for this pair of hands to work every day to be able to pay for his studies. The bruises on the hands were the price that his father payed every day for his education, his school activities and his future.

After cleaning his father’s hands the young man stood in silence and began to wash the tools his father had carried. He stayed to tidy and clean up the workshop. That night, father and son talked for a long time.

The next morning, the young man went to the office of the Director. He waited in the conference room as instructed by the Director’s personal secretary. This time he noticed the people walking around the office. He saw papers being copied and blue prints being unraveled on the vast conference table in the next room. He noticed how calm everyone was. The secretary answered a call and then indicated that it was time.

After their greetings, rhe Director noticed the tears in the eyes of the young man when He asked him,

“Can you tell me what you did after you left and what you learned yesterday when you went home?”

The boy replied: “I washed my father’s hands and when I finished, I stayed and rinsed off the tools, and tidied and cleaned his workshop.” He told the Director about talking to his Mom. He told the man about the freezing water, and how he surprised his dad. He told him how they talked long into the night after dinner.

“Now I know what it is to appreciate and recognize that without my parents, I would not be who I am today. By helping my father, I now realize how difficult and hard it is to do something on my own. I have come to appreciate the importance and the value in helping my family.” The tears had stained his freshly washed ironed shirt. The Director pushed a silver tissue box towards him and gave him a couple of minutes to gather himself.

A child that has been coddled, protected and given everything he or she wants, develops a mentality of “I have the right” and will always put himself or herself first, ignoring the efforts of parents, family and friends. If we are this type of protective parent are we really showing love or are we helping to destroy our children?

You Can Give…

You can give your child their own room in a big house, good food, a computer, tablet, cell phone, and a big screen TV, but when you’re washing the floor or painting a wall, children need to experience that too.

After eating, have them wash the dishes with their brothers and sisters, let them fold laundry or cook with you, even at 2 or 3 years of age. Have them pull weeds or mow the lawn. You are not doing this because you are poor and can’t afford help. You are doing this because you love them and want them to understand certain things about life.

Children need to learn to appreciate the amount of effort it takes to do a job right. They need to experience the difficulties in life that people must overcome to be successful and they must learn about failure to be able to succeed.

Children must also learn how to work and play with others and that they will not always win, but they can always work harder to reach their goals. If they’ve done their best, then they can take pride in all the effort they put forth.

Life is about giving and serving and these qualities are taught in most every home.

The next day… the Director said, “This is what I look for in my people. I want to hire someone who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the hardship others go through to accomplish things, and a person who realizes that money is not his only goal in life. You are hired.”

I want to leave you with this quotation: “Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emmerson, PIP$ PROFIT$ & POWER Journal by Genie Craff, p. 7. By Genie Craff

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ONLY 13 Men (Abridged)

This is a POWER story about: HOW ONLY 13 Men broke the Navy’s Toughest Color Barrier

This is a POWER story about: HOW ONLY 13 Men broke the Navy’s Toughest Color Barrier

If you have the Book/Journal, PIP$ PROFIT$ & POWER, this story is related to the Intro p. xii

The BEST Challenge from this story is found in the book #4 on P. 16

POWER WORD: HABIT

13 Men Broke the Navy’s Color Barrier

This is a POWER Story about How 13 Black Men Broke the Navy’s Toughest Color Barrier

During World War II, a group of African American sailors was chosen to integrate the Naval Officer Corps, forever changing what was possible in the U.S. Navy.

Sam Barnes racked his brain one chilly morning in January 1944, wondering what he might have done wrong. Barnes, a popular African American petty officer working at Great Lakes Naval Training Station in Illinois, had been in the Navy for 15 months and had never been disciplined. Why, he wondered, was he being ordered to the white side of the segregated station, a command usually reserved for sailors who were in trouble?

The 28-year old Ohio native walked the mile from Camp Robert Smalls, the black-only camp at the northwest corner of the station, to the main offices and found several other black men waiting. He recognized a few faces, but most were new to him and none could say why they had been summoned.

Commander Daniel W. Armstrong, a tall, handsome, aristocratic-looking man with an upright gait and an immaculate uniform, looked the 16 black men over. He was the white officer in charge of the black camp, a man whose willingness to work with African American enlistees earned praise from the higher-ups in Washington.

“Do you know why you are here?” he asked.

Silence.

Commissioned Officers

“Well, the Navy has decided to commission Negroes as officers in the United States Navy, and you have been selected to attend an officer indoctrination school,” Armstrong went on, as Barnes later recalled, in an oral history edited by Paul Stillwell, a retired Navy officer, historian and author.

The statement was matter-of-fact, unemotional. Armstrong did not congratulate; he did not encourage; he made no comment about historical significance. And yet his simple sentence marked one of the most radical decisions the Navy had ever made. Officer positions in the U.S. Navy had previously been off limits to black men, and these 16 enlistees had been summoned from training schools and shore installations across the United States to break that color barrier. They were going to attempt to integrate the officer corps.

For the 16 men, the stakes could not have been higher. There were nearly 100,000 black men in the Navy. If any of them were ever to wear an officer’s uniform, if any were ever to command a ship or graduate from the Naval Academy, if any were ever to lead white men in battle, then these 16 would have to succeed.

These men, who before the war had been metalsmiths, teachers, lawyers and college students—the children and grandchildren of slaves who had seen a family member lynched and been denied jobs because of their skin color—would have to prove that black men had the temperament for command and the leadership qualities necessary to wear the gold stripes.

The story of the Navy’s first black officers—told in full for the first time in Dan Goldberg’s book The Golden Thirteen: How Black Men Won the Right to Wear Navy Gold, remains little known, overshadowed by the heroics of the Tuskegee Airmen and Patton’s Panthers. But their success, both as candidates and as officers, forever changed what was possible for African American sailors and anticipated the coming civil rights movement.

Racism in the RANKS

Americans may have fought against racism abroad during World War II, but one of the most consequential battles in the war for equality took place 35 miles north of Chicago, in a Spartan barracks that held 16 cots, 16 chairs and one long table.

The decision to train black Naval officers was the culmination of a four-year campaign that began alongside the country’s preparations for war. When President Franklin Roosevelt in 1940 called upon the U.S. to become an “arsenal of democracy” and defend democratic ideals, he was referring to guns, ships and planes. Civil rights leaders and  activists heard a call for something less tangible but no less critical: equality.

From 1940 to 1944, thousands of Americans marched and protested, wrote letters and signed petitions, beseeching their congressmen and begging the president to let black men serve equally in the U.S. Navy. How could the United States preach and defend equality around the globe, they asked, and yet discriminate so outrageously in its own Navy? Even America’s war enemies, the Japanese, claimed that the so-called freedoms America espoused were for white men only.

Racism existed throughout the armed services at the time, but the Navy, whose leaders feared mixing races in the close quarters aboard ship could disrupt cohesion and damage morale, was especially hostile to people of color. The first black Army officer graduated West Point in 1877, and by World War II, the Army already had a black general.

The Navy, on the other hand, had suspended enlistment of blacks altogether from 1919 to 1933, and at the start of World War II, still denied black men entry into the general service, refusing to train them as electricians or machinists and insisting they work as messmen, where they were limited to serving meals and shining shoes. When civil rights leaders demanded fairer treatment they were confronted with an intransigent bureaucracy that was far more concerned with efficiency than with equality, by a Navy secretary who was certain that integration would bring disaster and by admirals who were adamant that worthy black men could not be found in the whole of the United States.

On the side of DEMOCRACY

It was an idea that the NAACP, civil rights leaders and black columnists said was necessary if the United States were truly to stand on the side of democracy. And it was an idea the Navy’s top brass considered a definite step backward. Major General Thomas Holcomb, commandant of the Marine Corps, called the enlistment of black men “absolutely tragic,” and told the General Board that African Americans had every opportunity “to satisfy their aspiration to serve in the Army.” Their desire to enter the naval service, he said, was largely an effort “to break into a club that doesn’t want them.”

Just six days after the General Board released its report saying it could not comply with a request to enlist 5,000 black men into the Navy’s general service, President Roosevelt, criticized in recent years by historians who believe he could have been more aggressive on civil rights, overruled his admirals and his Navy secretary. The president wrote that complete desegregation “would seriously impair the general average efficiency of the Navy” but also insisted that there were some additional tasks black men could perform in the general service without hurting cohesion aboard ships.

Over the next 18 months, thousands of black men would train as quartermasters, machinists and electricians, learning skills that would boost black employment and prosperity after the war.

But even as some barriers fell, one remained: At the end of 1943, there were still no black officers. There was also growing political pressure on the president and the Navy secretary to rectify what seemed to many a glaring blemish. Adlai Stevenson, the future two-time Democratic nominee for president, convinced Secretary of the Navy, Frank Knox that the situation was untenable. Stevenson, at the time Knox’s speechwriter and confidant, told his boss, an efficiency expert, that keeping black men out of the officer corps was now unquestionably inefficient.

There were 60,000 black men in the Navy, and 12,000 more were entering every month, Stevenson wrote to Knox on September 29, 1943. “Obviously, this cannot go on indefinitely without accepting some officers or trying to explain why we don’t,” Stevenson said. “I feel very emphatically that we should commission a few negroes.”

Knox assented. Three months later, Barnes and his comrades were in Armstrong’s office, learning they were going to make history. Many of Barnes’ fellow officer trainees were cynical, not yet willing to believe the Navy would really allow black officers, even after they completed their training. But each man swore he’d give it his all anyway. “We believed there were people who hoped we’d fail,” Barnes later recalled. “We were determined to succeed in spite of the burden that was being placed on our shoulders.”

The Chances

Giving black men a chance did not mean they’d be given equal treatment. Great Lakes Naval Training Station was home to an elite service school with plenty of equipment that could aid their training. But, the 16 candidates saw almost none of that. They trained separately from all other sailors, drilled apart, and ate alone, living in their own barracks in the segregated section of the station, essentially under house arrest. The officer corps was ready to be integrated. Great Lakes Naval Training Station was not.

Many in this first group recalled in interviews and oral histories that their white instructors weren’t all that interested in whether the men passed, failed or learned anything at all. Some instructors, it seemed to the officer candidates, acted as if this whole exercise was a waste of time.

Lt Richmond’s attitude, to be especially hard on the men, said he did that to motivate. And that it did. It them made the group even more determined. They were going to show him and every other Richmond-like figure they’d ever met.

And so they did.

The men were supposed to be in bed with the lights out at 10:30 p.m., but well past that hour, they sat together in the bathroom, flashlights in hand, studying the lessons of the past day and preparing for the day ahead. They draped sheets over the windows so no one outside would notice the light. They were intent on proving that their “selection was justified,” Barnes said, “and that we weren’t a party to tokenism.”

Jesse Arbor, a quartermaster, taught semaphore and Morse code. He’d give a prompt, Barnes remembered, such as “a ship approaching on such-and-such side.” The men would tap it out on the wall of the restroom. If they got it wrong, they’d start again. Even their toughest instructors weren’t as demanding as they were of themselves. When the men went to class the next day there was little a teacher could do to catch them off guard.

Despite the 20-hour days, the ridicule and the racism, the 16 candidates never outwardly showed any sign of dissent. They knew that losing their temper could give credence to the pervasive belief that black men lacked the demeanor necessary for command.

The Exams

Once, the officer candidates were lined up for a medical exam. “All right, you boys, strip down,” someone yelled. “Everything off. Strip down.” “Stand over there,” You can only imagine what was going to happen next. Body parts were smacked by a 36 inch ruler. His comrades were certain a riot was about to start. This was it. This was the moment they would surely be kicked out.

“Hey, boy, where did you get this thing from?” the pharmacist’s mate asked, still whacking Arbor’s body. Arbor looked him directly in the eye, just the way the Navy had taught.

“Well, you see, sir, I was raised in a white neighborhood.”

Nothing more than a snicker escaped his peers’ lips, and the white men, furious that they could not get a rise out of the officer candidates, stormed off. Their restraint was not an accident.

Posting Grades

As their training drew to a close in March 1944, the group was posting grades like no other officer class in history. Their marks were so high that some in Washington did not believe they could be real. The men were forced to take some exams again. They scored even higher the second time, eventually earning a collective 3.89 out of 4.0 for the entire course.

Toward the end of their 10-week course, when it became obvious that all of them would not only pass but pass with flying colors, the Navy said it would commission only 12 of the 16 men and a 13th would be made a warrant officer, meaning he’d be above noncommissioned men but still below Ensigns, the lowest officer rank. No official explanation was given for this decision. Whatever the reason, the result was that the first black class, a group that had posted higher marks than any class before it, would have the same pass rate as an average class of white officer candidates.

The 16 men were told that three would be dropped, but not which three. Instead, men were excused to be processed into officer ranks one by one, while the others sat, nervous and dejected, waiting to see who would be cast off. Armstrong never said why three of the men were not commissioned. They simply disappeared from the group and returned to enlisted duty.

When Arbor walked into Armstrong’s office, he remembered the commander looking him over. “Now, in the event that you would be in a position where there was a colored sailor and a white sailor in a fight, whose side would you take,” Armstrong asked, according to Arbor.

“Sir, I have to wait until that occasion arises.”

Armstrong stared at Arbor. He waited.

“The first thing I would think of to do is as an officer, as has been taught to me,” Arbor continued. “It’s the only thing I could rely on. My personal judgment would not enter into the case.”

“Well, that sounds pretty good,” Armstrong said. “Now you know there are no quarters for you.” Arbor didn’t know that. Since there were no segregated officer quarters, he and the men would have to live off base. They were also denied entry into officers’ clubs.

Same stripes… Not the same privileges

It was the first of many times these newly commissioned black officers would learn that they may wear the same stripes as white men, but they would not be given the same privileges. In fact, their commissions came with far more warnings and admonishments than respect and plaudits.

Combat remained out of the question. The Navy would not have black men commanding white men in battle. Instead, the first black officers were given make-work jobs—running drills, giving lectures on venereal disease and patrolling the waters off the California coast in a converted yacht.

They were ignored and disrespected at every turn. Still, they knew that they must keep their heads held high.

They had a responsibility to be the first, not the last. “We were the hopes and aspirations of the blacks in the Navy,” William Sylvester White recalled. “We were the forerunners. What we did or did not do determined whether the program expanded or failed.”

Two months after the first Ensigns graduated, the Navy commissioned 10 more men. This second group of officers proved just as capable as the first 13.

But the Navy never promoted the achievements of those first 13 officers who had broken one of the branch’s most intractable color barriers. For three decades, they were known only as “those

Negro naval officers” or, later, as “those black naval officers,”

This story was written By DAN GOLDBERG, and abridged by me. Dan Goldberg is a health care reporter for POLITICO Pro. He is the author of The Golden Thirteen: How Black Men Won the Right to Wear Navy Gold.

This Power Story is because:

These men had been winnowed from hundreds of potential candidates, chosen because the Navy deemed them not too extreme in their attitudes. Like Jackie Robinson, who would break baseball’s color barrier three years later, these men were chosen because they were expected to suffer these indignities quietly and gracefully.

By the late 1970s, a decade after the civil rights movement had forever changed the status of black people e in the United States, the Navy was newly proud of their accomplishment and ready to show them off. The surviving officers were feted as a symbol of racial integration, of progress, of pride, and a recruiting tool to inspire a new generation. I would like to personally thank these 13 Men. My son is a naval officer soon to be promoted because you paved the way.

I want to leave you with this quotation: “The difference between winning and losing is most often not quitting.” ~ Walt Disney, PIP$ PROFIT$ & POWER by Genie Craff, From the Dedication p. vii

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