I stopped to ponder about the life of a Pullman Porter. One of the few jobs a black man could get in the 20's and 30's. Months away from family, serving people who thought of you as filth, giving terrible living quarters and always had to smile. The resolve of these men to hold on to dignity, pride and even the audacity to become wiser from their experience makes what we do to each other now about "who makes more and got a better position" a bit childish. Though they didn't have the pay scale we have now, they did have a stronger sense of brotherhood and an affinity to bring it home to the family.
This remembrance put a spirit of ethic in me that choses to service with the goal of learning more than just giving away assistance. These interactions brought about many connections needed to fix problems and understand the value of the human experience. These men were selfless with their knowledge, their energy and their smiles. Some changed ideas of people who never knew such men were intelligent and capable and just needed a chance to express it. Inventions were made. Books were written. Songs were sung. All from the experience of being in touch with the special ways of the Pull man Porters of the day. Salute to you and your families because your spirit of professionalism and pride has helped us all one way or another.
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