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| Excerpt from STORMY WEATHER |
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We were heading for the Walk of Fame, which drew more
people into Hollywood's orbit than its dizzying array of
tattoo parlors, lingerie stores, and prostitutes ever would.
My father had taken us kids to Hollywood dozens of times.
He would point out the Max Factor building, where he had
worked as a janitor during the war, or let us put our hands
in the cement at Grauman's Chinese Theatre, or buy us a
sundae at C.C.Brown's, or take us to see the too few stars
awarded to "our people." For Matt Justice and a lot of black
folks like him, seeing a black entertainer's star on the
Walk of Fame really meant something, confirmed the hard-won
achievements of a show-business career and went down in
the unofficial record books of memory that got dusted off
when the race's progress was charted at the local barbershop
or at holiday dinners.
If you would like to read more of STORMY WEATHER check it
out in the Books
page. Get more information about the Hollywood
Walk of Fame . See Matt
Justice's Black Hollywood Walk Of Fame Star Collection. |
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