Count it as a blessing if you have just one person who believes in you.
Rev. Jesse Jackson and I shared that much in common, because John H. Johnson, the pioneering publisher and founder of Johnson Publishing Company (JPC), which included EBONY and JET magazines, believed in us both.
When I wrote the 2018 book, Empire: The House That John H. Johnson Built, it was a no brainer to ask Rev. Jackson to do the foreword. Of course, he agreed without hesitation. Rev. Jackson made time to reflect about his mentor and father figure, Mr. Johnson, the publishing magnate he lovingly called his “godfather.”
It was through the pages of JET and EBONY that Mr. Johnson helped to propel Rev. Jackson into a household name. One of his first being an August 1968 cover of JET. As a member of Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, I teased Rev. Jackson that they were the “alpha and the omega,” because Mr. Johnson was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity while Rev. Jackson was a proud member of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity. Rev. Jackson always pumped his fists while chanting, “Keep hope alive.” And, he’d often throw up those hooks to represent his fraternity.
The last time I spoke with Rev. Jackson was seven years ago. The man known for his powerful voice and determination to fight for justice, a towering figure who stood at 6’3”, was in a position unfamiliar to him. He was struggling. “This is kicking my ass,” Rev. Jackson quietly told me about his neurodegenerative condition as we sat in the lobby of his Rainbow PUSH Coalition. Those words stayed with me as I watched him deal with his failing health in the public’s eye as a global leader.
At every turn, he tried his damndest to remain a beacon of light and a voice for the voiceless as his own was being silenced. No longer could he pump his fist or even throw up his hooks. He didn’t look well and it showed on his face, yet he kept moving in front of the cameras anyway.
I had to really gather myself. This is a tough one. Thank you for supporting me and all of my work. It meant the world to me. And though you couldn't tell me, your spirit allowed me to know that you were cheering me on with my latest book, It's No Wonder: The Life and Times of Motown's Legendary Songwriter Sylvia Moy. We both knew what Berry Gordy was to the music world and Motown, Mr. Johnson was to the publishing world with EBONY and JET.
"Maybe [Mr. Johnson] couldn't envision going from print to digital but he would have made the adjustment," you told me during our October 6, 2018 interview in your office at the Rainbow PUSH Coalition for the Foreword of my book, Empire: The House That John H. Johnson Built. "He would have held on to JET and EBONY in the ninety-ninth hour. The fact is some magazines are still standing. I was convinced that if anything could stand, it would be EBONY and JET. But this is no reflection upon his legacy."
Rev. Jackson, words can't express enough how much you did for me, being one of my biggest supporters, the earthly bridge and constant reminder of Mr. Johnson. I smile thinking about our private conversations about the golden days of Johnson Publishing Company. Know that I will carry those memories in my heart as we laughed and shed a tear, mourning the loss of that magnificent Empire: The House That John H. Johnson Built. But, we both knew that nothing or no person lasts forever. We are all here temporarily, just passing through this thing called life. "Electric word life" is what Prince called it.
You never expected to live beyond the age of 40 years old, because you thought you'd leave this world tragically like those who came before you. God had other plans. You left a trail of glory in your 84 years before taking your last breath on February 17, 2026.
Rest well, Rev. Jackson. You more than earned it. March through those Pearly Gates into the kingdom of Heaven and hug Mr. Johnson for me.
Rev. Jesse Jackson and I shared that much in common, because John H. Johnson, the pioneering publisher and founder of Johnson Publishing Company (JPC), which included EBONY and JET magazines, believed in us both.
When I wrote the 2018 book, Empire: The House That John H. Johnson Built, it was a no brainer to ask Rev. Jackson to do the foreword. Of course, he agreed without hesitation. Rev. Jackson made time to reflect about his mentor and father figure, Mr. Johnson, the publishing magnate he lovingly called his “godfather.”
It was through the pages of JET and EBONY that Mr. Johnson helped to propel Rev. Jackson into a household name. One of his first being an August 1968 cover of JET. As a member of Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, I teased Rev. Jackson that they were the “alpha and the omega,” because Mr. Johnson was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity while Rev. Jackson was a proud member of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity. Rev. Jackson always pumped his fists while chanting, “Keep hope alive.” And, he’d often throw up those hooks to represent his fraternity.
The last time I spoke with Rev. Jackson was seven years ago. The man known for his powerful voice and determination to fight for justice, a towering figure who stood at 6’3”, was in a position unfamiliar to him. He was struggling. “This is kicking my ass,” Rev. Jackson quietly told me about his neurodegenerative condition as we sat in the lobby of his Rainbow PUSH Coalition. Those words stayed with me as I watched him deal with his failing health in the public’s eye as a global leader.
At every turn, he tried his damndest to remain a beacon of light and a voice for the voiceless as his own was being silenced. No longer could he pump his fist or even throw up his hooks. He didn’t look well and it showed on his face, yet he kept moving in front of the cameras anyway.
I had to really gather myself. This is a tough one. Thank you for supporting me and all of my work. It meant the world to me. And though you couldn't tell me, your spirit allowed me to know that you were cheering me on with my latest book, It's No Wonder: The Life and Times of Motown's Legendary Songwriter Sylvia Moy. We both knew what Berry Gordy was to the music world and Motown, Mr. Johnson was to the publishing world with EBONY and JET.
"Maybe [Mr. Johnson] couldn't envision going from print to digital but he would have made the adjustment," you told me during our October 6, 2018 interview in your office at the Rainbow PUSH Coalition for the Foreword of my book, Empire: The House That John H. Johnson Built. "He would have held on to JET and EBONY in the ninety-ninth hour. The fact is some magazines are still standing. I was convinced that if anything could stand, it would be EBONY and JET. But this is no reflection upon his legacy."
Rev. Jackson, words can't express enough how much you did for me, being one of my biggest supporters, the earthly bridge and constant reminder of Mr. Johnson. I smile thinking about our private conversations about the golden days of Johnson Publishing Company. Know that I will carry those memories in my heart as we laughed and shed a tear, mourning the loss of that magnificent Empire: The House That John H. Johnson Built. But, we both knew that nothing or no person lasts forever. We are all here temporarily, just passing through this thing called life. "Electric word life" is what Prince called it.
You never expected to live beyond the age of 40 years old, because you thought you'd leave this world tragically like those who came before you. God had other plans. You left a trail of glory in your 84 years before taking your last breath on February 17, 2026.
Rest well, Rev. Jackson. You more than earned it. March through those Pearly Gates into the kingdom of Heaven and hug Mr. Johnson for me.
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