Meet Penny Dickerson

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Contact: pennydickersonwrites@gmail.com

Penny Dickerson is an artist whose primary form of expression is writing.. She earned a B.A. degree in Journalism from Temple University (Philadelphia, PA) and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Lesley University (Cambridge, MA).  She will transition as an English & Creative Writing Instructor at Douglas Anderson School of the Arts and join her alma mater, Florida State College Jacksonville, as a Liberal Arts Professor in 2012 teaching courses in English composition I & II and Film.

Penny is additionally an Independent Journalist contributing to the Florida Times-Union, Florida Courier, and regional/national publications.  Prior employment includes English professorships at Virginia College, Adjunct/High School collaborative positions with Sussex County Community College and Hopatcong High School (New Jersey) and teaching posts for Duval County Public Schools. As a fundraiser, Penny served as Assistant Area Director of Development for the United Negro College Fund’s $1 million Orlando team, and is  former Marketing Director for Gateway Towne Center.

Born Merdis Lavonda Robinson in El Paso, Texas, she was given the nickname Penny by her mother, but friends close to the helm refer to her simply as “P.”  Raised a “military brat,” Penny traveled extensively and attended various primary/middle schools, but ultimately graduated from Nathan Bedford Forrest High school in Jacksonville, Florida. Pageantry afforded her the opportunity to pursue higher education, as she won several teen pageants and was further crowned the first black Miss Florida Junior College (Miss America Preliminary) and held the title Miss Black Florida.

Prior to winning the National Shrine Pageant, she  traveled the Caribbean with the 1st Miss Florida USO Troupe and has experienced all points of the world as a former TWA Flight Attendant. Penny is listed as an Outstanding Woman in American, Who’s Who In American Junior Colleges, a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc. and is a Leadership Jacksonville Alumni. She is an American Symphony Orchestra League Management Fellowship finalist, Creative Capital Professional  Development  Workshop participant, and recently participated in the  2011 Minority Writer’s Seminar sponsored by the National Board of Editorial Writers.

Penny specializes in human interest stories and interviews. Some high profile subjects include Nikki Giovanni, Ntozaki Shange, Congresswoman Corrine Brown and more.  She is a cancer survivor currently penning a non-fiction work titled, “Malignant Wind,” which she hopes to release in 2012. Penny beholds an abiding love for God and is the divorced, single parent to Kelsey Nicole Dickerson (22) who gave birth to “Journey Nicole” on February 18, 2012. Like a champion, Kelsey earned her B.F.A. degree in Dance from Jacksonville University four months later (May 2012). She is a performing company member with Paradigm Flux and Full-time Studio Manager for “Dansations.”Kelsey and Journey

Penny is a proud, proud, proud

“Nana P.”   

What’s a cancer survivor like me doing in Ebony? (The back story)

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CLICK LINK TO READ MY JOURNAL DEBUT:

Cancer is Crazy: Journals in the Raw (Part I)

http://www.ebony.com/wellness-empowerment/cancer-is-crazy-journals-in-the-raw-part-1-967#axzz2SScicOu0

First allow me to remind some and initially inform others that I’ve been writing/blogging about African Americans and Cancer for more than two years. Penny Dickerson Photo Image #2I was diagnosed with Renal Cell Carcinoma in 2006 after decades of other health related issues that affected my reproductive system and resulted in a series of ongoing catastrophes. Additonally, I was told I’d never have a child. My daughter, Kelsey Nicole, turns 23 in June. I beat odds.

It wasn’t until last week, May 2, 2013, that my voice, my story, my advocacy was given a national platform. It was and remains a blessing in due season.

This didn’t come by luck or by brown-nosing anyone in high places. It was favor and by that I do mean spiritually, coupled with the good heart and professional favor of a savvy editorial director at Ebony Magazine (Digital). Actually, I impressed the CEO/President of TJM Communications, Inc. (Treva Marshall). Her firm was contracted to manage public relations for the Disney Dreamers Academy with Steve Harvey and Essence Magazine.IMG_7165

Treva referred me to the  Ebony.com Editorial Director who offered the opportunity to write                       

“The Kinsey Collection.”

It is a fascinating historical representation of an African American family’s private art collection and  debuted at at Walt Disney’s Epcot Center the same weekend as the Dreamers Academy took place. Time is everything. 

Ebony (March 20, 2013)   “A Whole New World: The Kinsey Collection”

http://www.ebony.com/entertainment-culture/a-whole-new-world-the-kinsey-collection#axzz2SU2Smcty

My initial goal with Ebony was to get a paragraph or two in by the end of March to honor Kidney Cancer Awareness month which was also the same month as DDA. I’d previously shared with the editorial director that the REAL struggle with cancer begins AFTER survival. Physicians save you, but you have to put your life back together.

The result of  my pitches and (perhaps) harrassment was an offer to do a cancer journal, twice a month with the following caveat: “I want it to be raw.”  (I still can’t believe she presented such a generous offer.)  Thinking I (really knew) what raw meant, the following online dialogue between she and I ensued:

Writer in the raw:

This raw you speak of, do you mean like this?: Revision #`1.

Editor’s Response (days later): 

“Penny if you don’t want to do it, that’s OK. I want this to be cathartic for you.”

Writer in the raw (to self):

“She must want me to show off my metaphorical genius. You mean like this?” Revision #2

Editor’s Response (a week + days later):

“Penny, I want you to emote, not report. Think the antithesis of reportage.”

By now it’s mid April. I’ve sent a string of other non-cancer related pitches and driven her stark mad with emails that go to her phone. Professional (or scared stalker) that she was, she always responded and usually at length. (For freelancers, that’s unprecedented).

Stumped by the journal, I simply stopped writing. I recalibrated and went through my old journals to see what I actually wrote back in 2006, 2007, 2008, you get the chronology. I also scanned through my old M.F.A. binders and reviewed the words of previous mentors, one of whom wrote the following feedback on a submission prior to my graduating:

“You’re finally writing like you don’t care who’s reading.” Translation: RAW!

I then reviewed some notes from Rick Horowitz (Huffington Post and a MASTER on teaching writer’s to learn their “voice.”). One of the BEST workshops I’ve ever attended.rick horowitz

After that, I was courageous and good to go.

Revision #3 is the published link above and the first in a series of “to be determined” entries.

By now, it’s the end of April. I’m told that the journal will debut as part of an Ebony    “Woman up!” series highlighting “Sister Stories.”

Mine will be included, but they need my photo image by Tuesday, April 30, 2013 (What?) That was the next day.

Well, my great artistic friend Greg McKinnon (of Alvin Ailey Scholarship Recipient, Cats and Starlight Express – EUROPE) had me semi-scheduled two weeks ago to do some shots that I procrastinated on. According to him, he was sick of seeing my blurry photos and camera phone shots on all of my public sites. Greg was also a model while in Europe and therefore knows a thing or ten and has more equipment and gadgets and lights and booms than I’ve evah seen.photography equipment

Monday night, April 29th, till about 2:00 a.m., we played Top Model and had a good ‘ole time. I am a horrid model and we must have taken a gazillion shots. By night’s end, I was so dizzy and nauseated (forgot medicine), that he had to bring me home; I left my car at his house, which incidently has been my 2nd house since high school. I can go in his Mama’s pots AND I know where they keep the toilet paper.

I want people to understand that these things, these blessings, these opportunities, this favor, does NOT happen overnight. In the midst of all of the above, I continued to write major features for other affiliates, was hospitalized for five days…no, as a matter of fact I didn’t widely share that bit of information, and I also continued to hold it down as Professor Dickerson at Florida State College at Jacksonville. Trust me: I am nobody’s whiner.

A cohort of small minds have voiced that, “Penny is milking that cancer thing for all it’s worth.” Really? Whose been reading my cancer blogs? Have you any idea how many editors politely tell me to “stick it?” Throughout the years, many have but most editorial relationships I’ve developed are sustainable and treasured.

My health has indeed been an ongoing saga, but not for the reasons many may think. It’s a multi-layered struggle that has many dimensions. I think it’s called playing the hand you’re dealt and making lemonade when life serves you lemons. What’s milk got to do with anything?CT of Kidney Cancer

Let me share this: A 9 cm tumor basically ruined my life. “BATTLE” as associated with cancer is not limited to the physical disease. Even if you think you know about my struggle, I assure you, I have never revealed HALF of what this has taken me through, but it will be exposed in these upcoming journal entries.

I have been a freelance writer since 2001. While it’s been intermittent, writing is my passion and on some level, I’ve always been a lover of language and gravitated towards prose. My first, FIRST, freelance article appeared in the Florida Times-Union. It featured three local dancers admitted to the Alvin Ailey School of Dance summer program.

That was A LONG time ago and 12 years later it’s still an act of media congress to get a story in the Florida Times-Union. For some odd reason, many also think I started writing when my first  website launched in 2010. NOT! The website was simply a much needed portal to market both me and my work. My writing precedes it.

Click the link below to read: LOCAL TEENS TO ATTEND AILEY

http://jacksonville.com/tu-online/stories/060901/ner_6381011.shtml

I have kept at it, kept at it, kept at it, studied, stayed up late, studied with MASTER writers  and poets, given up, slowed down, gotten back up, and yeah, NOW I’m published in Ebony, but it has been a 12 year hike uphill and this is not the end nor is it the pinnacle.

It is, however, definitive symbolism of a professional milestone for which I am proud, but I continue to foster and nurture dreams and goals. And when I dream, I dream big, bold, and in technicolor.

Every writer understands the gravity of this opportunity. A national platform in a digital format for ANY writer in the 21st century is a coup and I quote: “EBONY.com is the premiere online magazine destination for African-American cultural insight, news, and perspective.” 

Don’t HATE because cancer serves as a formidable outlet for creative exchange. Love me because I am using my voice and gift(s) to  prevent you from getting cancer.

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Those who know me (well) can also attest that I am one of the most resourceful and undeterred human beings on planet earth. My confidence sometimes wanes, but I keep it moving. MOVIN’.

Now that I have your attention, please take time to read and share the links below. There are so many devastating cancers in the world, but the ones we pay the least attention to are the ones that unfortunately affect us the most.

Each of my journal entries will begin with the same excerpt from my Duke Medical Center Records. You’ll learn that Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center in Winston Salem, NC also played an integral role in my treatment. The following sentences bookend my personal journey.

Ms. Merdis Dickerson is a 43-year-old African American female who began experiencing abdominal pain in the spring of 2006 and was noted to have gallstones…

The Pathology showed a clear cell renal cell carcinoma, grade II out of IV, which was confined to the kidney and measured 0.9 cm in greatest dimension.” –

Excerpt from Duke Medical Records: Raleigh, North Carolina

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Black Kidney Cancer Patients Die earlier than White Patients

http://www.ebony.com/black-listed/wellness-empowerment/black-kidney-cancer-patients-die-earlier-than-white-patients-981#axzz2SScicOu0

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Black Cancer Death Disparities – Why the difference?

http://www.ebony.com/black-listed/wellness-empowerment/black-cancer-death-disparities-why-the-difference-981#axzz2SScicOu0

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Disney Dreamers Academy with Steve Harvey and Essence Magazine

WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE

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Florida teens participate in Disney Dreamers Academy hosted by Steve Harvey, Essence Magazine

BY PENNY DICKERSON
SPECIAL TO THE FLORIDA COURIER

High school students converged upon the state last week for the sixth annual Disney Dreamers Academy sponsored by Walt Disney World Resorts with Steve Harvey and Essence Magazine.

Congratulations Disney Dreamers Academy Class of 2013

The 100 students arrived from as far as California and Vermont with a cluster of Midwestern states represented. Bodacious dreams were packed along with stories as warm as the sunshine during a four-day, three-night weekend held March 6-10.Male students at opening parade (Photo Credit Penny Dickerson)

Each student was challenged to boldly reach for the stars like the foremost signature dreamer: Walt Disney. Among them were 11 Florida “Dreamers” selected from 5,000 submissions.Winning essays articulated everything from cancer adversity to presidential award achievements, and collectively they are the next generation of physicians, journalists, James Beard award culinary chefs, Academy Award-winning actors and Disney Imagineers.

‘How bad do you want it?’
Dwight James (Jacksonville) recites a poemStudent Dwight James of Jacksonville was in awe of motivational speaker Jonathan Sprinkles who made a splash so big, he was awarded a Golden Mickie. “He gave one quote I’ll never forget,” said James. “Fear is nothing but false evidence that appears real.”

Keeping it real was thematic for the notable men who inspired. Florida A&M University graduate and film producer Will Packer encouraged teens to, “Stay focused, be consistent, and be known as someone who always delivers with excellence.”

Los Angeles philanthropist and entrepreneur Bernard Kinsey gave a presentation on Black history from The Kinsey Collection, which debuted at Epcot’s American Heritage Gallery.Bernard Kinsey Lectures on African American History from The Kinsey Collection

“Henry Assian Flipper was the first West Point graduate in 1877,” stated Kinsey. “He wasn’t spoken to for four years due to his color and what did he still do? Graduate. How bad do you want it?”

‘Fly Girl 101’
“American Idol’’ runner-up Kimberly Locke left an indelible impression on Reaghan Wooster, a Harvard University bound 14 year-old from Yalaha, which is located in Lake County.

Reaghan Wooster (Land O' Lakes, Florida)“I was inspired when she shared relationships were not supposed to be abusive,” said Wooster. “I have a stable family environment, but appreciated hearing abuse is not acceptable.”

A “Fly Girl 101” session was facilitated by twin sisters Brandi and Karli Harvey, daughters of Steve Harvey. Celebrity guests included Chaundra Wilson of “Grey’s Anatomy’’; celebrity chef Carla Hall, a co-host of “The Chew’’; and “Sunday Best’’ runner-up Jessica Reedy. Female Dreamers were given tips on everything from skirt length to confidence.

Erica Thomas, 16, from Land O’Lakes, kept it girl-power real. “I’m a Girl Scout,” she remarked. “When is it cool to not help someone? You’re never too old.”

Hands-on workshops
In “Deep Dives,” Dreamers delved into careers guided by industry professionals. Aisha Louis of Hollywood, Fla., was not accepted last year, but dreamed her way into the 2013 class where she wrote a front-page article for a newsletter produced by students during the academy.Florida student Aisha Louis (Davie, Fl) at Journalism Career Workshop

“Since last year’s application, my writing skills grew,” Louis explained. “What I thought was my story wasn’t. I learned how to express.”

“They’ve been committed from the start,” said Tanisha Sykes, senior managing editor of Essence Magazine. “I’ve seen them focus, adhere to deadlines, and just have fun. It’s been phenomenal,” she added.  Her leadership, along with Demorris Lee of the National Association of Black Journalists, saw the project through.Essence Magazine Sr. Editor Tanisha Sykes leads students during workshopk (photo credit Penny Dickerson)

Marcus Burns, Jr. dreams of becoming an artist. The Jacksonville teen rendered art so impressive during his “dive’’ that Dwayne Edwards, former designer for Jordan Brand Shoes, recommended him for a potential internship.Marcus Burns, Jr. (2)

Actor Lamman Rucker worked with creative dreamers while celebrity chef Jeff Henderson helped hone culinary skills.Chef Jeff Henderson and students (photo credit Penny Dickerson)

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Parental pow-wow
“Take care of yourself first. Healthy people raise healthy children,” advised Dr. Steve Perry. The CNN education contributor motivated parents during a personal session. “Beyond liking your kids, you have to lead them. You lead people you love.’’Dr. Steve Perry advises DDA Parents

Perry’s words resonated with parent Terlisa Sheppard, who is fighting stage four breast cancer. She receives chemotherapy but accompanied 14-year-old Alyah Sheppard, whom she calls her “miracle child.”  The Orlando family further beat odds in 2011 when daughter Alexis Sheppard was also was accepted into the academy.

A parent or guardian was invited to accompany each Dreamer to the academy. The parents and students had a complimentary stay at the Disney Port Orleans Resort. Most mornings for the students began at 6:30 a.m.

Harvey’s advice
Dreamers were armed with portfolio notebooks and 100 personalized business cards. They were encouraged to network.

Steve Harvey joked with parents, “This weekend was created for the young people with the red shirts on. We just have programs for ya’ll so you can stay out the way.”Steve Harvey at Press Conference photo credit Penny Dickerson

Punch lines were frequent but Harvey equally kept it above board.

“Whatever you do, whatever path you choose to take, please, please listen to me, put God right in the middle of your base,” pleaded Harvey. “That’s the best way. It will ensure your success; it will guarantee you get there.”

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Essence Magazine Editor-At-Large Mikki Taylor echoed with purpose.  “As you pour into your dreams, please don’t focus on money. It’s just paper…you were created to do more than make paper,” stated Taylor.

“Pursue your dream in the full recognition that your gift is not just about you.”Mikki Taylor Editor in Chief of Essence Magazine (DDA Partner)

‘All have a dream’
The World Showplace hosted a celebratory commencement featuring gospel legend Yolanda Adams. Yolanda Adams

Parents presented Dreamers with class rings by the company Josten, and tearful hugs.Marcus Burns (Jacksonville) receives graduation ring from mom at commencement

Thomas Darby (Apopka, Florida) receives his Jostens School Ring from his motherTracey Powell, Executive Champion of the Disney Dreamers Academy, leads the team responsible for program success. “This year has been fabulous,” stated Powell. “Every group of 100 is different and special, but the commonality is they all have a dream.”Tracey Powell

Powell welcomes applications in June from all who dare to dream in 2014.

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What a great time I had covering this event. The “Dreamers” were absolutely incredible young men and women and the Walt Disney world staff displayed their expected perfection and “be our guest” flair. From the beautiful accommodations at the Animal Kingdom Resort to the first parade down to the closing ceremony featuring a lion king performance, it was simply incredible. That is the single, most befitting word that I can offer: incredible. Well done Steve Harvey, essence magazine, and disney!

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ZORA! Festival 2013 “Sustaining a Culture of Color.”

 ZORA! Sustaining a culture of color

February 7, 2013 Filed under METRO

Annual multi-day festival celebrates life of folklorist Zora Neale Hurston with plenty of art, crafts, history

Master Artist Charles Bibbs is renowned for his ability to bring the nuance of African-American culture to life through his visual artistry. The California resident’s work, like the one above, was showcased at the festival.(PENNY DICKERSON/SPECIAL TO THE FLORIDA COURIER)

Master Artist Charles Bibbs is renowned for his ability to bring the nuance of African-American culture to life through his visual artistry. The California resident’s work, like the one above, was showcased at the festival.
(PENNY DICKERSON/SPECIAL TO THE FLORIDA COURIER)

BY PENNY DICKERSON
SPECIAL TO THE FLORIDA COURIER

The town of Eatonville celebrated the 24th annual ZORA! Festival with the theme:  Zora’s Eatonville: Culture as Conservator of Community’s Heritage. The multi-day Zora Neale Hurston namesake event kicked off on Jan. 26 with its traditional pageantry and robust arts and cultural contributions from the African Diaspora to Florida.

A global perspective of the Humanities gave the 2013 occasion a unique educational approach with invited guests from Moscow, Russia and a rare view of Native American life through the lens of award-winning documentary producer Anne Makepeace. The event ended on Feb. 3 with a practical approach to preventive disease for African-Americans by Celebrity Chef Marvin Woods.

The Association to Preserve the Eatonville Community (P.E.C.) has presented the Zora Neale Hurston Festival of the Arts and Humanities since 1990. Broadly known by the exclamatory epithet – ZORA!, this year’s festival marks the conclusion of a two-year celebration of Historic Eatonville’s 125th anniversary as the nation’s oldest incorporated African-American municipality.eatonville-logo

Arts and literature
A distinctive voice in 20th-century literature, Hurston is best known for the 1937 iconic novel “Their Eyes Were Watching God.’’ ZORA Portrait                          

The anthropologist, folklorist, and essayist emerged as a creative force during the Harlem Renaissance and advanced to literary stature as an intellectual who was imbued with a unique ability to vividly portray southern life

Historically deemed nomadic and restless with an exuberant personality and penchant for wearing hats, Hurston was born Jan. 7, 1891 and died Jan. 28, 1960.  The festival in her adopted hometown of Eatonville is held each January in her posthumous memory through visual arts, oral history, traditional crafts, film, and, above all – literature.

HATitude a festival tradition
HATitude in BlackWomen wearing brims as wide as their shoulders and pillboxes touting plumes and netted veils convened at the downtown Orlando Crown Plaza for HATitude!

An intimate affair of brunch and haute couture, the tradition is known as the festival’s hottest ticket in town and allows women ages 21 to 54 an opportunity to be “the stars” for an advance price of $50 and $55 at the door. Rhythmic to attitude, HATitude is celebratory of Hurston’s colorful existence and Renaissance flair for finishing outfits with a hat.

Marjorie Phillips chose a standard black felt hat that was complementary to her petite frame and didn’t make as much noise as the more contemporary and flamboyant chapeaus at her table.HATitude Brunch #1

“I am not really a hat lover at all, “said Phillips. “I’ve heard so many great things about the brunch, but the most important thing I was told was you can’t get in without wearing a hat. For a few hours, I can learn to love a hat.”

Art in Eatonville
Master Artist Charles Bibbs is renowned for his innate ability to bring the nuance of African-American culture to life through his visual artistry. The southern California native currently resides in Riverside and began his career as a street artist who worked as a supervisor for Boeing aircraft.

“I left aviation and became a full-time artist in 1993,” offered Bibbs. “African-American people created a market for African-American art and I was in the right place at the right time.”

Bibbs cannot boast any formal training, but has a degree in business with a minor in Art. From California streets to Eatonville’s Kennedy Boulevard, the spectacled genius joined colleagues on fine arts lane where he welcomed a continual host of fans and emerging artists eager to meet the man who masters both his people and color.Charles Bibbs Master Artist in Residence

“I’m a mixed media artist, mainly acrylic and ink,” explained Bibbs. “I’m a believer that you paint by what you know and what you experience and that’s what I’ve done over the years and I’ve been successful at it…the important thing that I preach is that we need to breed collectors. And they need a starting point.

They need to be able to buy a poster and a print and as they move on, they will be able to understand what they are buying through education.”

According to Bibbs, art is based upon affordability and he belongs to a community of artists who seek to merge the efforts of a mainstream and elite audience to advance the art form and opportunities for all. When asked the advice he would give potential artists, Bibbs imparts, “Approach it like a business and not something so special you can’t part with.”

From tofu to turkey
Everybody screamed for the fresh churned, homemade ice cream and additional sugary delights during the popular “Outdoor Festival of the Arts.” Amidst children performing on the steps of Macedonia Missionary Baptist Church, street peddlers pushed red wagons filled with candy apples down Kennedy Boulevard while vendors prodded visitors into rows of white tents.Family eating ice cream

For a fixed or bargained price, attendees could purchase everything from pure African shea butter to T-shirts from President Barack Obama’s inauguration. In the biggest tent, adjacent to preferred soul food and fried fish that has watered festival palettes for years, Celebrity Chef Marvin Woods led a one-man campaign to help African-Americans prevent the prevalent diseases that affect our race: diabetes, high blood pressure, and cholesterol. Behind a colorful set of fresh fruit, exotic spices and natural grain ingredients, Woods simultaneously lectured and demonstrated a healthy recipe using either tofu or turkey for chili.130208_metro01c

“I’m giving you a recipe that is easy and nutritious,” said Woods. “African-Americans are used to smoked meats that are not really naturally smoked, but rather injected with smoke flavors. That’s sodium and creates a high salt intake and leads to diseases that can shorten lives.”

Woods suggested smoked paprika for a spice and the grains Quinoa and Farro as white rice alternatives. Upon sampling the final product, many guests were shocked at their affinity to adapt to the recipe. “I eat any and everything, but I do it in moderation,” explained Woods. “People need to learn the concept of eat more weigh less: 64 ounces of water, five meals a day, and some form of exercise.”

Bridging the Black male gap
Consistent with the festival’s theme, innovative artists represented projects created to give voice to the role of communities in the preservation of heritage.

Houston activist and artist Rick Lowe, founder of Project Row Houses joined Hank Willis Thomas for an opening reception and gallery talk on the cutting edge transmedia art project titled Question Bridge: Black Males.Panel on black male issues at Question Bridge gallery talk

The brainchild of innovators Thomas and Chris Johnson, the two collaborated with Bayete Ross Smith and Kamal Sinclair to document provocative dialogue that stemmed from a five-channel video installation representing more than 150 Black men in 12 U.S. cities. Considered more of a “megalogue,” the stream-of -consciousness inquiries run the gamut of family, love, sexuality, community, education, and the most prevalent dilemma for today’s black men: violence.

A predominantly female audience attended an evening community engagement and panel discussion on Feb. 1 in the Eatonville Library following a walk-through tour in the Zora Neale Hurston National Museum of Fine Arts on Kennedy Boulevard.

“The project is not just about Black males, it’s about people and how people react when put in a group, and how they react within that group,” explained Thomas.

Featured males posed questions like the poignant, “What is common to us as Black males?” A male responds: “Our commonality is in our history. Our beauty is who we are as Black people.” That respondent then poses his own question and the cyclic inquiry continues.

Captured responses ranged from the candid, “What’s so cool about selling crack?” to an incarcerated Black male in the San Diego prison being asked, “Are you ready for freedom?”  A continued “Talk Back” session was held Saturday afternoon during “Family Day.”

Sustaining ZORA!
N.Y. Nathiri Director of Multidisciplinary Programs outcry for philanthropy to save ZORA“We need a little bit of money from a whole lot of people,” pleaded N.Y. Nathiri, director of Multidisciplinary Programs and Chair of the ZORA! Festival National Planners. The committee dedicated a full page in the festival guide outlining their appeal to “those who value ZORA! Festival. The following is explicitly outlined as follows:

“For the first since the P.E.C. began competing for tourist development tax grant dollars (2002), ZORA! Festival 2013 was not recommended for funding. However, on October 16 (2012), in a first-ever, one-time exception, Orange County Mayor Teresa Jacobs and the Orange County Board of County Commissioners, in a 6-1 vote, allocated the $150.000, $1-for-$1 cash match grant to P.E.C. as long as our organization was able to meet certain stipulations…one of those stipulations was to make a report on April 2013 which addresses how well our organization has been able to expand its funding base; and to demonstrate a “broad public endorsement” of ZORA! Festival by documenting the individual financial investments we receive during “the festival cycle,” i.e. November 1, 2012 – April 30, 2013.”

Their first effort to address the aforementioned was to charge admission. Attendees ages 17 and younger were admitted free. Those older were asked to give a cash donation. The future of ZORA! Festival and Hurston’s cultural legacy rests in the contributions left in envelopes provided by the community. Next year the festival will celebrate its 25th anniversary.

Why It’s Hard To Date A Black Woman

Top Ten Reasons Why It’s Hard To Date A Black Woman by Matthew Lynch (Black State.com http://blackstate.com/dateblackwomen2.html)

  1. Black women make black men feel under appreciated, unwarranted and irresponsible and   regressive.
  2. Black women are too aggressive and no longer patient in waiting on the pursuit of a man.
  3. Black women are strong headed, too independent which presents great challenges in relationships.
  4.  Black women are masculine in that they are controlling and like to run the relationship.
  5. Black women expect too much. They are gold diggers who will not look twice at a blue collar black man.
  6.  Black women are hot headed and have bad attitudes.
  7. Black women stop caring about their appearance after a certain age.
  8. Black women are not as sexually open as other races, especially in regards to oral sex.
  9. Black women’s tolerance is far too low; they are no longer empathetic to the black man’s struggle in white America.
  10.  Black women do not cater to their men.

What’s troubling about this list is its title: Top Ten? Does that mean this disgruntled man is holding out on reasons 11 to 20?

I’m not certain who this author, Matthew Lynch, really is, but I have one question for him:

“How long have you been an insecure, emotionally irresponsible, non-condom wearing, excuse-prone plumber who lives with his mother and is further on the down low?”

Black women could easily compile a comparable, defamatory list, but we’re too busy writing our top ten life goals, so we don’t have time for such foolishness and blaming. Matthew Lynch has alot of time for such, and I’m sure growing up with the last name “Lynch” has everything to do with his posture.

My initial approach was to defend the “Lynch List” line by line: precept by precept, but then I thought about it (because I’m a black woman who thinks). Upon conclusion, my mind conjured the following which I’m sure will inspire shock and appall.

The Top Ten Reasons Why It’s Hard To Date A Black Man by Penny Dickerson

1, Black men don’t know how to date. They lack imagination, innovation, discretionary funds, a sense of adventure, and their expectations for an initial date far exceed the mental and intelligence investment offered.

2. Black men take responsibility for nothing in their lives. Black women, The Man, their 3rd grade teacher, the lady at the bank, their ex-wife, ex-girlfriend, ex-cellmate, baby’s mama, and the weather are responsible for everything wrong with their lives.

3. Black men don’t really want a black woman to love; they want their mother.

4. Black men don’t wear their wedding rings, lie about their relationship status, hype their employment and life goals, and don’t reveal their real number of children. (A man who denies his child will deny me, PLUS, men who deny their children suck).

5. Black men expect a woman to have pride in her appearance through the years, but give zero consideration to their own beer belly, poorly manicured nails, they neglect oral hygiene, but I’ll give them this: a black man will always have a fresh hair cut.

6. Black men have a poor sense of time, a poor sense of timing, and think their monetary worth is all black women are concerned with. (This black woman desires honesty, a strong sense of self, a sense of humor, and needs you to own a working watch).

7. Black men think sex, oral or otherwise, is the answer to everything. Sexual responsibility and knowledge of STD and HIV transmission has eluded the black man for far too long. Intimacy transcends sexual encounters.

8. Black men forget that without black women, there would be no black men. Black women are more often than not left as single parents without financial or emotional support from black men, and the pressure of single parenting inspires a critical sense of independence, strength, and mad, crazy ambition that threatens black men. Black women are the creatures you created. (Big ups to my daughter’s father who never missed a child support payment and continues to carry her on his health insurance).

9. Black men think white women are the standard. In our natural state, you say you are attracted to black women, yet you gaze and pursue white woman for their long hair allure, submissive demeanor, and tolerance level (note: tolerance and patience are not synonymous).

10. Black men are struggling with their identities in record numbers which has created a global pool of homosexual, bi-sexual, and Down Low men.

11. I know I said ten, but I must add this: Black men fail to realize how ATTRACTIVE humility is. We want to applaud you and stop listening to you 24-7 brag and boast about yourself and your penis size, but I do admit that black women need to clap more loudly for the little things as well as the big. Last but certainly not least, black women more often than not feel misunderstood and judged right out the gate.

Black women are individuals as are black men.

The REAL reason it’s hard for a black man to date a black women is because black men don’t approach us. We are given a quick glance and then sized up as being like your ex, her best friend, the woman in the movie, the girl who rejected you in college, the last girl who didn’t dance with you at the club or the minimal expectations you exude that morph black women into being the object of negativity you expect.

Dating in the 21st century is a challenge and the older you become, the more intense the challenges. We all have baggage, but is your baggage Louis Vuitton or Samsonite or the Thrift Shop Special with a bent key?  Sometimes we see people traveling and think they are world-class because of the bag they are carrying, but the naked eye can’t tell if that bag is empty or full or stuffed with trash to appear full. Warning: baggage can be deceptive. I’d date a blue collar worker because sometimes the Thrift Shop Special with the bent key may have more substance inside and be easier to carry than the more embellished and ornate Louis Vuitton. What it looks like ain’t always what it is.

I am also not overtly opposed to black men who marry outside their race, nor do I view it as a “betrayal” when a black man dates white women. That does not mean he rejected me and my entire racial gender, it simply means he chose her…and that is his right. My preference is a man who loves and respects me: black or white.

Why then is my black list so loaded? Well, it is experienced-based and the collective offering of many conversations, late night phone talks, lunches, “Girl he lied” moments and brink of divorce soirees with my coveted Sistah circle.

Relationships are just tough: black, white, Jewish, interracial, Baptist, Catholic, or divorced and single. It’s all tough and despite the lists offered by both me and Matthew Lynch, I suggest that each individual comprise a list of what you SEEK in a mate and then pursue that. If your only list is one that emphasizes what you don’t want or have already had, you are mort likely to subconsciously and consistently attract the same type of people.

Dump the lists and give each new person you meet a fresh start, tell ‘em what time it is, and smile. The rest is left to destiny and chance.

Penny Dickerson 2011

 

Fishy report saves a woman’s heart.

Frying food in the south is practically law. On Fridays we fry fish. On Sundays we fry chicken. During the week, we indulge in fried wings and fried french fries in plastic baskets lined with cheap paper; oysters are apt prey, green tomatoes and okra are edible companions, corn is a bacon-seasoned target & shrimp? Chile hush.

It’s the south, and generally (generally) all of the above are happily doused with a sodium-soaking sauce that’s red, hot, vinegar tinged and meant to be single-finger licked followed by the soft utterance: Mmmmm.

We mean no harm. Food is a social magnet, and southern women are known for being phenomenal hostesses and chatty, but pleasant butterflies. Despite our niceties, eating fine foods that have been emerged in hot grease is highly detrimental to every woman’s heart.

“Heart Disease: number one killer of women.”

http://www.newsroom.heart.org/index.php?s=43&item=669

The woman in this photo image displays fried fish in her right hand and fried chicken in her left. I won’t get into  preparation of the vegetables, but unequivocally, the fish is fried. It’s golden brown and pretty, but not the standard for good heart-health.

Cooked right, fish can help a woman’s heart.

http://health.usnews.com/health-news/family-health/heart/articles/2011/05/24/cooked-right-fish-can-help-a-womans-heart

How fish is cooked affects heart-health (American Heart Association)

http://www.newsroom.heart.org/index.php?s=43&item=862

The tribe has spoken: fish is good for you. Moreover, the method in which you cook, coupled with the type of fish we eat has everything to do with its “goodness.”  Studies show that broiled fish has benefits that contribute to women having strong hearts with fewer risk of disease. Eating fried fish won’t kill you (in one serving), nor will baked, broiled, poached, seared, or stewed fish save your life in one fail swoop. What will enhance your overall health is a complete, heart-healthy diet and the determination to avoid foods that are high in fat and rich in cholesterol.

So what’s a southern girl to do? Eat grits, without a dollop of butter.

African American Childhood Obesity: the skinny on fat

This blog is featured in HBCU Lifestyles: http://hbculifestyle.com/contributor-how-you-can-help-african-american-youth-fight-obesity/

Being the fat kid will never be cool.

America is a skinny nation and an ad hoc committee on “acceptable appearance” has deemed that fat ain’t where it’s at and skinny is in. Media influences applaud the weight loss efforts of the rich and famous as their guant faces and emaciated bodies are flaunted on red-carpets. The recent exception was Gabrielle Sedibe whose round features earned her the lead role in the film, “Precious.” Personally, I remember her character’s story, not the actresses weight, but many others don’t share my reflections because  bone-thin is considered socially appropriate, beautiful to some, and the cultural standard that’s adverse to being obese.

For African American children, this prejudicial outlook is a double whammy as they already suffer so many identity ills in their adolescence that fosters bullying, teasing, ostracizing, and low self-esteem. None of the latter are conducive to a population of healthy adults and more important, the affects of obesity in an African American’s childhood is a tremendous threat to physical health and can ultimately lead to morbidity.

Click link to read:   “Obesity, Appearance, and Psychosocial Adaptation in African American Children.”

http://jpepsy.oxfordjournals.org/content/28/7/463.short

Experts refer to childhood obesity as an epidemic, and the dictionary defines epidemic as, “the rapid spread or increase in the occurrence of something, (such as disease.)

“Approximately 22 million children under 5 years of age are overweight across the world. In the United States, the number of overweight children and adolescents has doubled in the last two to three decades…” (source: Childhood Obesity: the Health Issue”  http://www.nature.com/oby/journal/v9/n11s/full/oby2001125a.html

Scholarly articles and scientific research aside, my cultural insights are my best authoritative source. I am an African American woman raised by a woman who can sho ‘nuf cook and I am a parent who can do the same. My family is of southern origin and there are nutrition negatives that are embedded and welcome obesity like a warm pan of corn bread hot out the oven. An African American child may not want to be obese, but nobody says No to hot corn bread or mac n’ cheese swimming in a pool of butter or collards or cakes or cobblers. What’s a potentially obese child to do? Just say no? I don’t think so.

African Americans are also less critical of childhood obesity. A chubby child in our community is considered: “well fed and healthy.” An obese child is given a genetics pass: “Antoine’s mama is big-boned, and so was his grandma.” My grandmother would marvel at the immense baby fat of her great-grands and say, “Oh that’s a fine, fine baby right there.” For the African American, fat may not be where it’s at, but fat (and phat) is historically what’s us.”

African American children grow up with “good food” serving as a central part of family life. I’ve blogged it before, and again digress: on Fridays we fry fish, and on Sunday (after church) we all-day soul food indulge, and it’s customary and expected to follow it all by doing what? Sleep. Can the church say EXERCISE? Amen ~

The obese African American child is a product of his/her environment and cultural environments are a direct result of historical experience. Slaves were given the hog’s leavin’ and days off from “the field” were enjoyed by gathering for a meal. Once freed, African American slaves were initially granted 40 acres and a mule, but as a people we continue to statistically enslave ourselves. We lead the unemployed and poverty populous, receive welfare and food stamp assistance in high numbers, and have more difficulty maintaining healthy family structures which leaves more African American children as latch key statistics. Childhood obesity is cyclic and epidemics are generally birthed by an inability to break or control cycles.

From “The HillTop”  The Student Voice of Howard University

“African American girls lead the country in childhood obesity”

http://www.thehilltoponline.com/african-american-girls-lead-the-country-in-childhood-obesity-1.1727781

Multicolored, nutritious meals may appear reserved for television families for African American children, and an after school snack is often whatever is served during extended day and/or tutoring programs. Mother is rarely waiting at home in a apron baking hot cookies or preparing peanut butter and jelly on wheat served with a side of celery sticks and a box of raisins. Junk food is often the only time-friendly food for a single parent, and let’s face it, we live in a society that commercially ropes our children in for the kill. Childhood obesity may potentially lead to disease and mortality, but television media gives each African American child a Prime Time pistol and a round of  :30 second commercial bullets.

In defense of the African American obese child, I understand they have become an epidemic’s target, but encourage the public to realize how difficult it is for an obese child (or anyone) to win a statistical race when they don’t leave the starting block with the same training or at the same time as their racial counterparts. African American children, despite the education and financial demographics of their parents, simply grow-up different and are indoctrinated with a unique set of social constructs, the least of which is food and nutrition. In support of health care professionals nationwide, they are correct. A future population of African American adults is at risk of being plagued by preventable diseases like diabetes, high blood pressure, and heart disease due to the epidemic of childhood obesity.

The good news (and thank you for taking the hype-hike with me) is that good nutrition can be taught, learned, and culturally embraced. Illness, specifically cancer, inspired me to change my diet and cooking patterns, and I was just lucky to raise a ballet dancing daughter whose metabolism welcomed the word, “thin.”

Be not deceived. In her youth, my daughter ate more Ramen noodles, pop tarts, and sugar-coated cereal than the law allows (I now bow my head in maternal shame.) The favorite breakfast I still prepare for her includes salmon croquettes and homemade biscuits. The former is fried in vegetable oil, and the latter is mixed, kneaded, and baked with Crisco shortening and mellowed with Land O’ Lakes butter. My African American child has plenty of good reasons to be obese, but I am thankful she is not.

The fight against childhood obesity in the African American family starts at home. My collard greens are now cooked sans smoked meat, but rather stir fried in olive oil, garlic, and jalapenos and then reduced with broth and balsamic vinegar. My daughter begs me to prepare greens as a side and additionally loves steamed asparagus and black bean salsa. Who knew? A child’s palette can be reversed and trained and cornbread can be delicious using wheat-based flour or meal.

School lunch brought from home stopped being cool when the Fat Albert lunch box became distinct, but there remains some rather “Hip” replacements as observed by my Walmart snooping eyes. I invite you to consider the following in helping ward off childhood obesity:

  1.  Encourage your child to be physically active.
  2. Discuss preparing and packing lunch this school year.
  3. Survey nutritious, after school snacks.
  4. Allow your children to compose the grocery shopping list.
  5. Extend meal preparation to include the entire family and use RECIPES. This not only advances literacy, but also educates, promotes family interaction, and fosters fun.

African American children faced with obesity are not the new bulls-eye waiting to be universally struck by statistical arrows. They don’t deserve it. Obese children are simply a faction of a family and an integral part of every community whose emotional needs must be identified and addressed.

The next time you see a politically incorrect “fat kid,” don’t concentrate on their obvious obesity. instead, give them a high-five and compliment them on what a great smile they have or the glean in their eye. At the end of the day, acceptable appearance is in the eye of the beholder. We are all a “healthy work in progress!”

Thyroid Cancer and Mammograms (Challenging Dr. OZ)

Link to Dr. Oz article

http://www.doctoroz.com/question?query=thyroid+cancer+and+mammograms&qa=1

Link to clarification and challenge by the Elizabeth Wende Breast Center

http://www.ewbc.com/news/articles/mammography-amp-thyroid-cancer

We all love Dr. Oz.  Despite his authoritative demeanor and hypnotic spiels regarding all things health, I encourage everyone who reads new information about health care trends to read new information about health care trends.

Indeed, cancer is on the decline in America due to preventive screening compliance amongst women (and men); however, thyroid cancer is on the rise. Why? Therein lies the controversy. According to the two links above, failure to use thyroid guards during mammograms and during dental visits is a contributor as well as estrogen levels.

Whenever we see the big “C” in writing or hear it discussed on T.V., ears perk, eyes widen, and depending on the report: panic ensues. Indeed cancer kills and if we left it to our fast-paced and varied media culture, everything from standing in front of microwaves to holding a cereal box with the bar code close to your skin causes cancer. In addition, it seems that breast cancer and the need to promote that “pimped pink ribbon” has almost elevated the disease to a level of vogue. If you don’t have breast cancer or you’re not a survivor, you’re just not cool.

Conversely, blueberries, dark chocolate, asparagus, almonds, and kim chee are urban legend favorites for halting atypical cell growth or preventing cancer. Who on earth are we to believe? My educated, remission-conditioned-self advises you to seek medical attention you trust, cross-reference all that you view and read, and lead a heart-healthy lifestyle that includes a high-fiber diet, exercise, personal enrichment, and spiritual balance. If the latter isn’t your cup of tea and you’d prefer to indulge in greasy, rich foods, make love to your couch all day with the remote in tow, and embrace anxiety versus peace, then you’re probably going to be a bulls-eye target for cancer and her diseased cousins: cholesterol, high blood pressure, and diabetes.

The choice is yours. Read new information and then read new information.  Educate yourself.

We all love Dr. Oz – and the Emerald City too – but kicking cancer requires more than a Dorothy three-heel click.

Penny Dickerson 2011

Tai Chi helps the heart, mind, and soul

Tai Chi looks sexy and cool. I can recall being in Philadelphia and watching elderly Asians “make love to air” in slow, choreographed movements that  improve breathing, relaxation, and meditation.

Recent studies prove the martial arts technique of tai chi not only improves quality of life, but is an excellent practice for women who are at-risk of heart disease, the number one killer of my gender.

As we age, incorporating exercise into busy schedules becomes a challenge and the thought of leaving a tense workplace to attend an aerobic or spin class is often daunting, which is why more women simply pass and promise themselves to add an exercise regime as their New Year’s resolution.

Tai Chi Benefits Heart Patients (WebMD)

http://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/heart-failure/news/20110425/tai-chi-benefits-heart-patients

Not only is Tai Chi relaxing and meditative in practice, it doesn’t always require autonomy and is easy to learn. According to researchers, tai chi for heart failure patients is “safe and has good rates of adherence.”  Additional advantages are that it can decrease anxiety levels, improve one’s strength and  some moods disorders that generally require prescription drugs.

I’m sold. So long for sweatin’ to the oldies or limping in pain after one-hour Rumba classes. The latter are to be commended for their popular fitness contributions, but for those of us who desire a more peaceful pursuit to tame our ticker and stay ahead of heart disease, a spot under the sun and the circular flow of tai chi may be more than any doctor could order.

Penny Dickerson 2011

Tai Chi Helps Chronic Heart Failure Patients (eMax Health)

http://www.emaxhealth.com/1275/tai-chi-helps-chronic-heart-failure-patients

Part III – The Life & Death of Jimmy Jackson

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‘I ain’t gon’ kill nobody’

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February 14, 2013 Filed under METRO

Immediate and extended family members of Jimmy Jackson pose at the repast after his funeral in June 2012. His family rallied to his side during a 10-day hospital vigil in Jacksonville. (CHARLES W. CHERRY II / FLORIDA COURIER)

Immediate and extended family members of Jimmy Jackson pose at the repast after his funeral in June 2012. His family rallied to his side during a 10-day hospital vigil in Jacksonville. (CHARLES W. CHERRY II / FLORIDA COURIER)

Editor’s note:  This is the third in a series of stories framing the life of James Roland Jackson, III, known as “Jimmy” to his family.

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BY PENNY DICKERSON SPECIAL TO THE FLORIDA COURIER

Jimmy Jackson didn’t live to become a middle-aged man, much less reach the so-called “golden years” of post-retirement.

He will never relive memories of a prosperous and exciting entrepreneurial career, of his daughter graduating from high school and college, of walking her down a church aisle as a proud father of the bride.

When asked where her daddy is, five-year-old Denia Jackson points to the sky. She now believes bullets send daddies to heaven.

Wouldn’t carry a gun In a crime investigators are calling a random robbery, eyewitnesses claim two Black males approached Jimmy at the Silver Fox nightclub in Jacksonville at approximately 4 a.m. on June 2, 2012.

The club was packed. The parking lot was full of cars that were parked in rows in pitch darkness.

Jimmy was unarmed when the killers pumped four bullets into his 6-foot, 1-inch muscular frame. His body was gushing blood until first responders rushed him to Shands Hospital’s TraumaOne. Eleven days later, he was dead. The crime, originally listed as aggravated battery, became a homicide.

Jimmy’s older brother Anthony Rozier encouraged Jimmy to carry a firearm for protection while working for his own artist representation company called “Exclusive J” and as road manager for rap artist Young Cash.

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Jimmy refused.  He made a conscious decision not to own a gun. According to Rozier, Jimmy’s response was, “I don’t need no gun ‘cause I ain’t gon’ kill nobody.”

Family dispatched After the shooting, family members were immediately in contact. Rozier arrived from nearby Mount Dora after receiving a call from his sister Brandi, a Jacksonville resident. The pair informed others with promising reports of Jimmy being “stable.”

Jimmy’s father, James Roland Jackson, Jr., known as “Big Jimmy,” lived a parent’s worst nightmare. He endured a five-hour drive from Atlanta recalling a lifetime of fond memories until he reached his son’s bedside.

Jimmy’s uncle, Jay Carr, got his call within hours of the shooting and had the heartbreaking task of informing Jimmy’s mother, Stephanye Rozier-Jackson.

“I’d always prepared myself to get a phone call like this,“ said Carr.  “Three of my four brothers were in prison before I graduated from high school because they couldn’t stay out of the street life.”

But he never expected to get the call about Jimmy, an honest, hard-working young man with no criminal record and a bright future.

Football, not gymnastics Shante C., the mother of Jimmy’s only child from their previous relationship arrived from Tallahassee. She reflected on their last conversation.

“Jimmy was one for jokes. So when I shared that I was headed to sign our daughter up for gymnastics, his response was ‘What, you mean you don’t want to go sign her up for football?’

“We joked around about that, and he mentioned he had something to send his daughter. He continued trying to talk me into moving to Orlando where there were bigger and better opportunities.”

Jimmy’s immediate and extended family would now unite for a 10-day bedside vigil.

His brother’s keeper Jimmy gave his older brother Anthony a ‘middle-fingered salute’ and smiled when his sibling entered his hospital room. The lewd gesture was comedic communication between the two half-brothers, who were very close.

Anthony Rozier was Jimmy’s “go-to guy” for advice on personal, financial, and even some business decision. The last time he saw Jimmy was three weeks before the shooting. Despite owning a brand new Camaro, Jimmy wanted to borrow Rozier’s 1971 Chevy Chevelle. He liked being ‘old-school.’

“My brother’s first love was music,” reflected Rozier. “He loved animals and kept reptiles and snakes, but was afraid of spiders. He would slide off a roof before he’d face a spider! Nothing in the world mattered if a spider came along.”

No panic It was Rozier who convinced Iowa’s Graceland University to award Jimmy scholarships in football and basketball.

“Jimmy couldn’t really play basketball as a kid, but out of nowhere he just got good,” Rozier explained.

Rozier thought that his brother’s athleticism would help him endure a lengthy hospital stay.

“When I learned my brother had been shot, it really didn’t hit me,” said Rozier. I thought it was once, and in the arm, so I didn’t panic.”

One bullet grazed a rib, one hit his abdomen, a single bullet was lodged in his left buttock, and one punctured his right lung and remained embedded there.

Following days of specialized medical care, Jimmy struggled to recover from his severe lung injury. His strong body weakened, both kidneys shut down, and he was placed on a dialysis machine.

A father’s tough decisions Over days and into a second week, Big Jimmy watched his son’s condition deteriorate. Jimmy was transferred to the most critical area of Shands’ Intensive Care Unit and was on life support.

He had no medical insurance. His health benefits from his AT&T “day job” had not yet kicked in. He remained heavily sedated, but at various intervals was able to communicate by recognizing simple sign language for “peace” and “I love you.”

When surgeons informed Big Jimmy that the dialysis machine was unable to flush his son’s kidneys, he reached out to trusted expertise.

“I sought the advice of one of my Omega Psi Phi Fraternity brothers, Dr. Harry Marshall, a former Iraq War surgeon. It helped, because surgeons at Shands were using complex dialogue and I was conflicted,” said the elder Jackson.

Jimmy was placed on life support. When the family contemplated taking him off, Jackson decided to allow doctors to try aggressive specialized treatment as a last-ditch effort to save Jimmy’s life.

Jimmy’s baseline vitals and his medical condition improved, but family members remained by his side. Rotations included round trips to local and distant homes.

Employment and domestic responsibilities were left unattended. Expenses mounted.

“I hadn’t had a shower in days,” said Jackson. “Prior to a (hospital) shift change, I was assured that Jimmy was once again stable and decided to go back to Atlanta to reconcile my affairs.”

He left Jimmy’s hospital bed in Jacksonville on Tuesday morning, June 13 with a renewed spirit of hope.

The decision haunts him.

‘He’s gone’  Jimmy was in the hands of the Shands Critical Care Unit.  Jimmy’s sister Brandi and his girlfriend Kiara Bailey were both present when his condition worsened with an eerie quickness.

On the 11th day after the shooting, the familiar chain of cellular calls and text message once again ensued. Rozier called Carr, who then sent a text message to Big Jimmy, who was driving.

“I looked at my phone and it read, ‘He’s gone,’” said Jackson. “I immediately turned around and drove back.”

“We all thought Jimmy was gonna pull through,” offered Rozier.

No stranger to death According to her mother, Jimmy’s daughter Denia had already been exposed to several deaths at the young age of four.

“My grandfather passed away the same night Jimmy was shot,” Shante C. explained. “My daughter is a very smart and bright child. Anybody who knows her can tell you she has the soul of someone who has been here before and I didn’t really feel I needed to wait and tell her.

“So I told her the evening I found out. She sat there blank for a few minutes as if she was processing what I told her, and then she broke down in tears and repeated over and over again, “I want my daddy!”

Rozier remained his brother’s keeper until the end.

“The last thing I said to Jimmy was, “They gon’ have to cut your dreadlocks off for surgery.” He looked at me funny and I said, ‘Just kidding.’”

Rozier now had a responsibility he never imagined or wanted – getting things together in preparation for his baby brother’s funeral.

Orlando homegoing For an already emotionally stressed family, the subsequent funeral exasperated them from planning to payment.

Postell’s Mortuary in Apopka was selected. A glitch elevated their grief when the family was informed two days before the Saturday morning service that Jimmy’s life insurance from his AT&T job could not be used for payment. Rozier had less than 48 hours to come up with $10,000 to pay for his brother’s funeral.

“I called any and everybody,” said Rozier. “My grandmother, Mae Smith, gave $2,500 and I got $500 each from several different family members. Rap artist T-Pain also helped. I scrambled and came up with the money in one day.”

Carr, a property supervisor who works for the city of Orlando, was willing to borrow from his pension to bury the nephew he remembers as a gentle and soft giant.

“Everyone was willing to help, but we were restricted by time,” said Carr. The family has applied for bereavement reimbursement from the state attorney’s office in Jacksonville and social service agencies. More than six months later, they haven’t received anything as of this writing.

No arms Jimmy Jackson’s body arrived at Postell’s Mortuary without his arms. He was a bone donor. Both limbs had been sawed off to preserve his bone marrow, which can save the lives of people with diseases like leukemia and breast and ovarian cancer.

Jimmy’s decision to not carry a gun was as principled as his choice to leave behind two strong limbs to save a stranger’s life. A warm humanitarian until his untimely end, it was perhaps his most valiant contribution to society.

The crime against Jimmy Jackson – and his family – remains an unsolved cold case.

Part 4: The Silver Fox nightclub and its violent history.