Monday, January 25, 2010
Mr. Sutton, Muhammad Ali and David N. Dinkins in 1977. Mr. Sutton stood proudly at the center of the struggle for civil rights. He was arrested as a Freedom Rider, represented Malcolm X as young lawyer, rescued the fabled Apollo Theater in Harlem and became a millionaire tycoon in the communications business to give public voice to African-Americans.
Photo: John Sotomayor/The New York Times
NNPA News Service
By Rev. Al Sharpton
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the 1960s, and on the gritty streets of Brooklyn, N.Y., my life truly began to take course even though I had not even reached my 13th birthday.
As a young boy preacher in the Church of God and Christ, I was blessed to cross paths with an individual that would undeniably help shape my life’s mission. First introduced by Bishop Washington (who ordained me a minister at the age of 10), I was lucky to receive the guidance and tutelage of a man who went on to blaze a trail for an entire group of people.
When I was the youth director of New York’s Operation Breadbasket a few years later, he literally became a mentor and guardian. This fierce leader paid for me to go to the national black political convention in Indiana in 1972 when I could not afford to do so, and continued to support me both spiritually and physically throughout the roller coaster ride of my civil rights career.
He was a dear friend, advisor, role model and sheer visionary for all black folks. He was Percy Sutton, one of the last greats.
Last week on Dec 23, I received a phone call from New York Gov. David Paterson informing me that his father, Basil, Congressman Charles Rangel, and former New York City Mayor David Dinkins visited Percy that morning and wanted both he and I to do the same as the legendary activist was very ill. Both Gov. Paterson and I immediately went to see the man who had aided both of our careers in a multitude of ways.
Even though Percy’s eyes were frail as we gathered, they were still as alert as the days when he handed out NAACP flyers in all-white neighborhoods. Together, we all said a prayer, and three nights later, our Percy passed.
Born the son of slave, Percy died a media mogul and political power broker. The last child in a family of 15 kids, he left his native Texas at the age of 12 for New York, where his life’s work began to take root after being beaten up by a policeman. An avid fighter for justice, he eventually attended and graduated from Brooklyn Law School while working two jobs.
Percy also served as an intelligence officer with the renowned Tuskegee Airmen, the all-black unit of the Air Force. He later represented Malcolm X, and members of his family as a civil rights attorney, and went on to hold a remarkable political career as the highest-ranking black official in New York as Borough President.
Percy was, in essence, the quintessential African-American. In addition to his accolades of political achievement, he exemplified business acumen that we can only hope to one day emulate. He established the first black radio network, Inner City Broadcasting, whose flagship station, WBLS, became number one in its market, while station WLIB helped elect Dinkins mayor.
He owned the first black national TV programs, and also took some $250,000 of his own money to purchase – and in effect save – the famed Apollo Theater in Harlem. A true visionary, Percy saw the revitalization of the Apollo as a way to boost the local economy and bring tourism back uptown. I remember sitting in a limo one night with James Brown after a show at the Apollo, and he himself remarked that if it weren’t for Percy, nobody would be there, and that everyone would be eternally grateful for his dedication to Harlem and to black folks everywhere.
Sutton was a multi-dimensional embodiment of all that we said, and all that we stood for as black people. There has yet to be an African-American leader who has led in more areas and became number one at the same time like my mentor and confidant Percy. He was with me during my greatest moments, like when I ran for President and spoke in front of the Democratic National Convention. And he was with me during some of my most challenging times, like when the courts fined me $65,000 following the Tawana Brawley incident. It was Percy who, unbeknownst to me, raised the money and paid this large fine.
Percy always believed in nurturing the next generation. If he had succeeded in just one area, he would have been great; he succeeded in a number of areas, and is therefore above and beyond great. There are those in the generations behind me that may only know him by some remote mentioning of his name. But every time a black person walks into an executive office, that’s Percy. Every time we walk into a black radio station, that’s Percy.
Every time we walk into a black cable station, that’s Percy. And when the lights are on at the Apollo, that’s Percy. The Bible says: you shall know them by their fruits, long after his name is not remembered. Percy’s fruits will undoubtedly be tasted by generations to come.
(Rev. Al Sharpton is founder of the National Action Network and a NNPA columnist.)
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