This is about my Papa’s recollections of being in the Merchant Marines. My Papa is my mother’s father.
WWII 1945, Columbia River in Oregon, out of 50 officers, there was one black lieutenant, who couldn’t go ashore with his crew. He wasn’t allowed to sit at certain tables. My papa, a cook, and his food crew said “he sits where he wants or we serve no one.” The lieutenant took a seat of his choosing. The white crew didn’t want the blacks near their quarter as they may see them in a “state of undress”. The chef on this ship was from Pennsylvania, a white man, former coal miner, an all around good guy. He once told my Papa “I’m going to make a chef out of you.” His name was Raymond Norwood. He was in charge of the food crew and again aserted the food crew’s power saying “if they’re too good for my boys to look at, they’re too good to get served.” The white crew posted Military Police at the entrance to the passageways in defiance. They missed a few meals.
There was a ship named the Booker T. Washington that had a black crew of dishwashers, engineers, radio engineers, officers and even the captain of merchant marine ship. I did some research online and found out that the United States Merchant Marine Liberty Ship named “S.S. Booker T. Washington” was launched in 1942 and christened by famous soprano singer Marian Anderson. The unveiling of a bronze bust of Dr. Washington took place in 1946.
My Papa went with white shipmates to a restaurant after arriving at port in the US. They all ordered some food. The whites were served. My papa was not. It would seem from my Papa’s stories that there was usually at least “one good white guy.” This time it was a white guy from Kentucky who points to my Papa and asks the restaurant owner “what about him?” Well, they didn’t serve his kind. My Papa had to leave the establishment, he was directed to the home of black family who would gladly serve him a meal.
Tags: AA Stories, black history, grandfather, heritage, military
September 22, 2008 at 11:58 pm |
It always amazes me that things like this happened. I just can’t fathom it. I am interested to hear more about that time.
September 23, 2008 at 12:32 am |
I find it heartening in one sense at how far the world has come, and tragic in the other. Not only tragic because of what former generations have had to endure but tragic because of how much hate, racism and fear still exists.
September 24, 2008 at 1:07 am |
My last ship the Creighton Victory had a black third mate in 1945-46. He was well respected aboard ship. However when we went ashore in Savannah, Georgia, he was not allowed into the Seaman’s Service Club in spite of the fact that the clubs were supported by deductions from our pay. He and I took a train to Washington DC. He was not permitted to sit in the so-called white passenger cars some of which carried Nazi prisoners.