“Larry Elder’s ‘Phone-A-Bro’ Heals Rift”


January 28, 2019)

phone-a-bro friday

radio talk-show game prompts

real ‘bro’ to call his*

*(A phone message to the Los Angeles-based Larry Elder conservative-libertarian talk show relates about the popular Larry-and-Kirk Elder game show “Phone A Bro” each Friday on-air. The message relates the show prompted one man to call his own brother with whom he had not conversed in quite some time. Now they talk each Friday: a real Phone-A-Bro. Larry was near speechless. The lawyer-turned-talker’s book: Dear Father, Dear Son, Eight Hours…” about his meeting with his own estranged dad, World War II Marine (Montford Point) Staff Sergeant Randolph Elder and was was going to be a five- of fifteen-minute “airing” of grievances became a gateway to reconciliation and developed into an ongoing father-son relationshiip. Larry’s advice: if you haven’t spoken to your father do so now even if only “top clear the air.” Time is running out. The same applies to any family member estrangement or even inconveniencement. Also to friends and former friends. Tim. Wounds. Heals & Heels. Figure out how the words fit in your own order. Montford Point, located at North Carolina’s massive Marine base, Camp Lejeune, is where Black men were run through the same boot camp as their white counterparts in the midst of World War II. The Few of The Few, they well could be called. Had the Montford Point Marines not so superbly performed under fire – under the watchful eyes of Japanese Imperial Marines defending Mount Suribachi on Iwo Jima, for example, Black Marines well might have had to await President Truman’s executive order desegregating the United States’ military – and even then I can well imagine the foot-dragging. Korea saw the integration of all Marine units. Montford Point Marines were segregated. Platoon 1047 – 10-40 Series, B Company, 1st Recruit Training Battalion, 1st Recruit Training Regiment, Parris Island, South Carolina, was blessed to have Staff Sergeant Dean join as an assistant Drill Instructor more than just a few weeks into our training cycle after the next-most-senior A-DI went bonkers and readjusted several (too many) recruits’ postures one fine morning. SSgt Dean was hard to understand – his cadence and his commands different – markedly so – for our former terrible threesome. But he soon had us swinging right along to his deep booming commands, impeccable military bearing and unswerving demands for excellence. Of course, my bunkie, Private Larry Sirmons of Washington, D.C. “Mister Military Science” was the first Black Marine I actually knew…not couting Sanford’s Henry June with whom I came just a hair from going to PI and boot camp with some few months earlier. I already have chronicled how that came to pass. Dean must have been a lot like Larry’s dad when it came to expectations. That man – and Staff Sergeant Barker and Sergeant Bongiorno saved a bunch of lives in 1047 and I wouldn’t hesitate to say a lot of other platoons, even if those two did adjust some postures and “gig lines” upon occasion. Boot Camp during wartime conditions is less a picnic than what is said of today’s Marine Corps recruits. True, they no longer use scatology and only the gentlest of touches I am told. But if you listen to or see the news of what comes out of Falujah or elsewhere in Iraq and Afghanistan and stands before you, it is easier to realize brutality and crude language is not required to turn a boy into a man. But in 1967 it damn sure helped.”)

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