Think Black: A Memoir
West Indies, to North America, and then
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
“The women were all well coifed. Many wore lovely dresses and light coats. The men were all nicely attired. It was more like going to church than to a ballgame.”
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
a minister, though I’m past that now. . . .
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
dying, but fighting back!”
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
“Man, I don’t know what to tell you about all of that hair. It’s embarrassing. You just don’t get it, do you? You’re working for IBM now.”
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
firm’s in-house lyricist,
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
There is, of course, another equally serious side to this tale, one that cuts to the quick of the deep and abiding connection between technology and race. From my junior high school guidance counselor’s office to my high
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
brilliant young daughter, reckoned her
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
Deceit and deception characterized their relationship from the very start.
Clyde W. Ford • Think Black: A Memoir
After twice divorcing my father and engaging in a number of other relationships, my mother confirmed my long-held suspicions by finally marrying Chick and staying with him until the end of her life.