Much will be said, rightly so, upon the passing of Jerry Harkness, about his contribution to civil rights within basketball.
He, however, was more than just a major player towards the integration of basketball & the NCAA tourney.
He decided to pursue basketball after a chance
encounter with Jackie Robinson. Robinson encouraged Harkness to pursue hoops. His pre game handshake before facing Mississippi State in the 1963 NCAA tourney was a watershed moment.
It was, perhaps, after his playing career- which led Harkness to a brief stint with the @Pacers
that Jerry left his greatest marks. He was the first African-American sales person with Quaker Oats, before becoming a key philanthropist around Indianapolis. He was the 1st African American sports anchor in Indianapolis history.
In typical fashion of his quiet but graceful way,
Jerry- without recognition by many- consistently and passionately worked as a mentor to at-risk youth of Indy. Always dressed in his dress slacks and sweaters, he was a guiding force and advocate to thousands of boys in @IPSSchools via @100BlackMen programs and @UnitedWay.
Jerry Harkness was a gentle, compassionate and gentle soul dedicated to the betterment of our city and its people.
His passing is a void to us all, and he will be sorely missed, but we should celebrate a purposed life well lived, his MANY jobs well done.
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There is such a cruel irony about the passing of Robin Miller. Robin always had the perfect thing to say when eulogizing his heroes- often times upon the most unexpected of losses.
Yet, with his passing, there is seemingly no one to do the same for him. Both because his ability
was without peer- but, also, because it’s impossible to summarize what he was. Quite simply- to so many people from so many corners- Robin Miller was their favorite person. He was the most encouraging, loyal, knowledgable and dedicated friend you could ever have.He defined what
it was to be from Indiana. Robin knew basketball icons, racing legends and degenerate gamblers. He was threatened in the locker rooms, slapped on pit road, and was worried by none of it. He brought enemies together to find common ground, never let them pay for lunch, cherished
I have a huge favor to ask. It won’t cost you a cent, you won’t have to go anywhere, and it won’t take any longer than it will take to read this. It is for the people you see pictured below. I never met them. But, I’d like to introduce you. Thanks for reading this thread.
Earlier today, I was driving near the Indianapolis Hebrew Congregation Cemetery, and realized it’s the final resting place of a friend. I pulled in. There was one other person in the cemetery- sitting next to a headstone, with a large water jug. I quietly nodded and asked how he
was. Dumb question, I guess- we were in a cemetery. He looked at me, and, in a heavy accent, touched his chest and replied. “I am broken hearted.”
I walked over and we began to chat. Michael Grin. A veteran of the Russian Army, who came to the United States 21 years ago.
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The 17th feature of #20TriumphsIn20Days is Matt, 22. A native of Wabash, he enjoys time at home with his “pet” pigs Oreo, Sprinkles, Rusty & Fudge. Sure- he understands they’re part of a working farm- but Matt likes that “they’re smart in their own way.”
He can relate. Thread👇
Matt grew up in Wabash like most kids. Social, while introspective, he enjoyed most of his classes and felt the same as everyone else. After school he enjoyed watching nearly every sport- @IUHoosiers@Colts, the @Yankees & @FloridaGators have become his favorites- but when he
came of age to participate, something just didn’t fit. Like the pigs he helped raise, there were things he was good at, but it just didn’t seem to mesh with the work by the rest of the barn. Perhaps his diagnosis of Autism was an explanation, but Matt found more joy in being
Today’s #20TriumphsIn20Days features Josh, 21. As a youngster, Josh felt somethin different. His brain “was on overdrive”, & only music seemed to soothe him. “I’m obsessed with music”, he says.
Now he’s moving to a new beat- and it’s in harmony with where h needs to be. Thread👇
The signs were there as early as pre school. The glue bottles. Josh formed a bit of an obsession with them. “I had this habit”, Josh recalls with a sheepish grin. “The dried glue on the bottles. I’d pick it all off. Normal people don’t pick off glue. I felt like the weird kid.”
There were other problems. Josh developed social anxieties. He ran from people. “I feared people would always look at me differently”, Josh tells me. There were numerous tests to find out why he was obsessed with things-like those glue bottles.
Nothing would stick.
Today, for #20TriumphsIn20Days, features Alec, 23.
Born with Arthrogryposis Multiplex Congenita, a joint degeneration, Alec dreamed of playing in the NBA. He says he didn’t make it, not because of his ailment, but rather, because he’s 5’4”.
He’s finding new heights. Thread:
He begins by telling me of his love of basketball. A 2016 North Central grad, Alec is clearly a student of the game. He marvels over the stats of Russell Westbrook, admires the skill set of Kevin Durant- but he likes small market teams. The Thunder. The Pacers. Alec identifies
with them. His favorite Pacer, he tells me- one he dreams of someday meeting- is @MalcolmBrogdon7. “I see a lot of myself in him”, Alec says. “He’s quiet, but he’s an absolute plus. And he proves people wrong. I can’t imagine meeting him.”
It’d be another in a long series of odds
Today, #20TriumphsIn20Days features Leslie, 29. While her story is ultimately of triumph, it involves a share of heart ache. I’ve done a dozen of these features thus far, & I’ll admit: While impartiality is always a priority, I find myself pulling the hardest for Leslie. Thread👇
The heart ache. We’ll begin there. For Leslie, it was a few years ago. The chest pains. The shortness of breath. It seemed unusual for a woman in her 20s. But, was it? That heart had been through so much, you see.
Start with the bullying. It was there as far back as she can
remember. Why? Because she had different interests? “My passions- like dinosaurs or sharks were deeper than most”, she tells me, a permanent shark inked on her left arm.
Because she talked a little bit different? Maybe that was the autism?
Perhaps it was the isolation. “I was