Rosalyn Terborg-Penn, a historian who helped bring to light the long-suppressed role of black women in the women’s suffrage movement, died on Dec. 25 ... Dr. Terborg-Penn, a professor of history at Morgan State University in Baltimore for more than three decades, was the author of seven books, most notably, “African American Women in the Struggle for the Vote, 1850-1920” (1998). It was one of the first book-length examinations of black women in the suffrage movement, and it challenged the existing narrative that was dominated, and framed, by white activists like Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton. Dr. Terborg-Penn’s book was a counterweight to “History of Women’s Suffrage,” a six-volume work, begun in 1881, that was edited by Anthony, Stanton and Matilda Joslyn Gage. That opus more or less erased from the picture the many black women who Dr. Terborg-Penn said had attended suffrage meetings, organized suffrage clubs and promoted the cause. ... Black women, she said, were shunted aside in the history books because their goals had diverged from those of the white, mostly upper-middle-class women who had led the charge. ... The racial split became glaringly obvious in 1913, when the white organizers of a major suffragist parade in Washington ordered black participants to march in the rear.
Charles Kettles ~ January 9, 1930 -- January 21, 2019
On May 15, 1967, amid punishing fire from the North Vietnamese, then-Army Maj. Charles S. Kettles piloted his helicopter in once, twice, a third time and then a fourth to deliver reinforcements to the outnumbered members of the 101st Airborne Division, and to evacuate the wounded and the dead. He made the final trip alone after learning that eight men remained behind, having been unable to board helicopters in the previous round. “If we left them for 10 minutes,” Mr. Kettles later said, “they’d be POWs or dead.” Mr. Kettles was credited with saving the lives of 44 men and received the Distinguished Service Cross, the military’s second-highest award for valor, for his actions. Nearly half a century later, the award was upgraded to the Medal of Honor.source
I think I must have a different definition of the word hero.
Me too. Whatever the bravery in the people mentioned in this thread, I get a bit annoyed about people being called heroes when they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and survived.
Post by cheerypeabrain on Feb 23, 2019 8:42:15 GMT
I don't know where to put this post so if it's in the wrong place please feel free to delete it and I'll repost in the appropriate thread...
Most Brits will be aware of this story. We've been watching it develop on breakfast tv. In 1944 an 8 year Tony Foulds was playing on a park with his friends when a badly damaged American bomber, returning from a raid flew over on one spluttering engine. The pilot may (Tony believes) have been going to try to land on the park but because of the children playng in the area he flew on...already very low he was unable to avoid trees in his path. The final engine failed and the plane crashed killing all 10 crew. Tony has tended the memorial and visits the spot most days, talking to the men he considers saved his life (he became somewhat of a local celebrity but is a very quiet, unassuming chap). He bumped into a breakfast tv presenter out walking his dog and they got talking (as you do) and things escalated from there. Tony dearly wished for some sort of tribute to be paid to these brave airmen on the 75th anniversary of the event, he REALLY wanted a fly-past . These airmen represent the sacrifice made by men and women from America who came to our aid during the war...indeed they symbolise the bravery and sacrifice of all of our allies in the conflict. Yesterday he got his wish.
This moistened my eyes, and also brought back strong memories that I have of seeing a Fortress go down on top of the inland cliff which now stands above the Eurotunnel terminal near Folkestone. They had been attacking the Doodlebug sites in the Pas de Calais and we had been able to see them being shot down by the Jerry flak over there. I was with one of my friends and saw this Fortress circle low firing off red Very lights over the airfield at Hawkinge about 3 miles away and then disappear below the horizon. From where we were in the valley we couldn't see the airfield and we immediately set off on our bikes towards the column of black smoke which marked the site. When we got there the RAF ambulance had arrived and they had just loaded one survivor, while several airmen or soldiers were no doubt trying to locate any other survivors. We found morphine ampoules scattered on the road, but were chased away by the soldiers. The aircraft had landed on the top of the cliff and the tail was left up there, but the rest had gone over the edge and was scattered down the bank looking like a rubbish tip. Now 86 I still have vivid memories of those days but no PTSD which the papers are saying many people suffer from today, incredible.
Man is not lost, only temporarily uncertain of his position
Perfectly placed, dear Cheery. It's not only impressive that a little boy grew up to honor the memory of the men in that plane his whole life, but that he was joined by so many others who understood his sentiments.
Yes, that was lovely, as was Mossie's story. There are other places, in northern France and Belgium, where it is painful to walk because of all the young souls dead too soon in the two world wars.
I remember getting absolutely undeserved praise and free drinks in Dieppe and where the Canadian forces fought in the Netherlands. I wasn't even born. My father had an absolutely legitimate medical exemption - so he became a war worker in Ottawa, as was my mum, and that is how they met.