“We don’t have to explain where Cape Verde is anymore": Regardless of the outcome, Cape Verde communities from Rhode Island to Brockton to Boston are celebrating the historic recognition of their country and its ambitions in the World Cup. https://t.co/iejbcwBzv0
Opened in 1826, Boston’s Union Oyster House claims to be America’s oldest continuously operating restaurant, and this August will celebrate its 200th anniversary—a historic first for any eatery in the United States. https://t.co/XHEZsoPnHc (Photo: Union Oyster House)
Congo’s famous living statue finally made his World Cup debut on Tuesday.
Michel Nkuka Mboladinga, who gained fame during the Africa Cup of Nations for posing as a statue of Congo’s assassinated independence leader Patrice Lumumba for the entirety of games, attended Congo’s 1-0 loss to Colombia.
#Congo #FIFAWorldCup #MichelNkukaMboladinga #PatriceLumumba #LumumbaVea
World Cup jerseys are more than just uniforms. From the Statue of Liberty to endangered cheetahs, here are the hidden meanings behind some of this year’s most eye-catching designs.
It is a busy time in our City - but our Officers, Detective and BPD Cadets are out keeping residents and visitors safe.
This BPD Cadet took time to see a gentleman across a busy intersection, have a quick chat, and introduce himself.
Community Policing takes many forms!
We can’t wait to welcome you to the Obama Presidential Center! Tune in to our Grand Opening Ceremony to hear from Barack and me, along with some beautiful performances: https://t.co/N88kUvopSs
New York Knicks fans are calling for one of the team's most famous supporters, Spike Lee, to get some shine as the team basks in championship glory. https://t.co/2ybDrboE71
Q2. I inherited a beef due to my new home address. Women stop by at all times of the day looking for the former tenant. A strange car also parked outside our home waiting on the former tenant. Crazy. What does my boyfriend do? He searches online for the former tenant, finds her, and cheats on me with her. Someone caught them walking in the front door (I was at work) and they sh0t up the house. He told me the shooting was random. She came back to our house because someone was after her; she didn't know I existed. That's how I found out he cheated. So, my man put me in the middle of a targeted hit and he took my car (with her) and left me behind. I don't want to tell his wife what's going on, but I feel like I have to. Advice. #SBCCHAT
It was great joining Njideka Akunyili Crosby — a gifted Nigerian-born, Los Angeles-based artist — to unveil our first portrait together. This piece reflects so many chapters of Michelle and my story, and we’re thrilled that it will be on display in the Hope and Change lobby at the Obama Presidential Center starting this Juneteenth.
When the President of France visited the United States in April 1960, he asked the FBI to help him find a man.
The man he was looking for was an American citizen. He was sixty-four years old. He had been awarded fifteen French military decorations and — six months earlier, in a ceremony in Paris — had been made a Knight of the Légion d'honneur, the highest civilian honor France can give. The medal had been pinned to his chest by the President himself, who had publicly called him un véritable héros français. A true French hero.
The FBI located the man within a few days.
He was operating an elevator at Rockefeller Center in New York City.
The elevator operator's name was Eugene Bullard. He had been born in Columbus, Georgia, in 1895, the son of a man whose own father had been a slave.
He had run away from Columbus at the age of eleven, after watching a white mob nearly lynch his father.
He spent the next several years drifting through the American South. At sixteen, he stowed away on a German freighter at Norfolk, Virginia. He landed in Aberdeen, Scotland. From there he made his way to London, where he learned to box. By 1913, at eighteen, he was prizefighting in Paris.
When Germany invaded France in August 1914, Bullard was nineteen years old. He had no legal obligation to fight. He had no French citizenship.
He went to the recruiting office on October 19, 1914, and signed up for the French Foreign Legion.
He spent the next eighteen months as an infantryman in some of the worst fighting of the war — at the Somme, at Champagne, at Verdun. He was wounded three times. The third wound, on March 5, 1916, tore open his thigh and left him with permanent damage to his leg.
He was twenty years old. The doctors told him he would not return to the infantry.
He decided he wanted to fly.
In a Paris café in the spring of 1916, while he was recovering, Bullard mentioned to three white American friends that he was thinking of joining the French air service. A Mississippian named Jeff Dickson laughed.
Gene, Dickson said, you know damn well there aren't any Negroes in aviation.
Bullard answered: Sure do. That's why I want to get into it. There has to be a first to everything, and I'm going to be the first.
Dickson bet him two thousand dollars he would not make it.
Bullard took the bet. He earned his pilot's license on May 5, 1917. He won the bet.
He reported to the front in August 1917 and flew approximately twenty combat missions over the next three months in a SPAD VII. The fuselage was painted with a bleeding heart pierced by a knife and the French phrase Tout le Sang qui Coule est Rouge — All Blood that Flows is Red.
He carried, on every combat flight, a small capuchin monkey named Jimmy in the front of his flight jacket.
The French press began calling him L'Hirondelle Noire — the Black Swallow.
When the United States entered the war in 1917, Bullard immediately applied to transfer to the U.S. Army Air Service.
His application was rejected.
The U.S. Army Air Service had a policy, in 1917, of not accepting Black pilots. The other American pilots flying for France in his unit, all of them white, were transferred to the U.S. Air Service.
He was the only one who was not.
For the next twenty years, he was one of the most familiar faces in the Montmartre nightlife of Paris between the wars. He owned a nightclub called L'Escadrille. He spoke fluent French, English, and German. Hemingway drank there. Fitzgerald drank there. Langston Hughes drank there. Josephine Baker performed there. Louis Armstrong was a personal friend.
When Germany invaded Poland in 1939, Bullard was forty-four. His fluent German and his ownership of a nightclub frequented by German officers made him useful to the French Resistance. He became an intelligence agent — eavesdropping in his own bar on conversations between German officers who did not know he understood every word.
When France fell in June 1940, friends in the Resistance smuggled him across the Spanish border before the Gestapo could arrest him.
He came back to the United States for the first time in twenty-eight years.
He arrived in New York with thirty dollars in his pocket and a permanent limp.
He did not return to a hero's welcome. He returned to a country that had no idea who he was.
He worked at a perfume counter. He worked as a security guard. He worked at the Staten Island shipyards. By the late 1940s, he had taken the job that he would hold for most of the rest of his life.
He operated the elevator at Rockefeller Center.
He was wearing the elevator uniform on the day a producer from NBC came down from the studios upstairs to ask if he was the man Charles de Gaulle had been looking for.
A few weeks later, NBC sent a film crew to interview him in the lobby. The studios where NBC produced The Today Show were on the floors above. He had operated the elevator that took the network executives up to those studios every morning for nearly ten years. He had not been recognized as he did it.
He went back to operating the elevator the following Monday.
He died of stomach cancer on October 12, 1961, three days after his sixty-sixth birthday.
He was buried in the French War Veterans' section of Flushing Cemetery, in Queens, in the uniform of the French Foreign Legion. The casket was draped with the French flag.
In 1994 — thirty-three years after his death — the United States Air Force formally commissioned Eugene Jacques Bullard as a Second Lieutenant, posthumously.
It was the first commission the U.S. military had ever offered him.
He had been the first Black combat pilot in American history.
The French had been calling him a hero since 1917.
The Americans got around to it in 1994.
After 14 seasons in the NFL, @DangeRussWilson has officially announced his retirement in an emotional social media video… closing the chapter on a career rooted in winning, resilience, community impact, and unforgettable moments on football's biggest stages.🖤
Tyler James Williams discusses how he feels about ”Abbott Elementary” reaching 100 episodes—and the fact that this is the first time in 30 years he has worked on a project that has hit this milestone.
“I've been doing this for a very long time. I've been doing this for about 30 years. This will be the first time I hit 100 episodes on a show. To me, it's kind of like doing a marathon. It's like, yeah, anybody can kind of keep a good pace the first mile, maybe the first five, but towards the end of it, That's when you really figure out who you are.
And I think that's more of what that milestone means for us. We did this for what is at least five years, it feels like you have to do in order to get to 100. Maybe four if you're doing it really, really efficiently. And we were still making a good show at episode 100. That's the thing I'll be most proud of when we hit it. That will be, I know that I'll be able to look to my left and to my right when we table read whatever that script is. And everybody sitting there, everybody who worked on that script, everybody who eventually shoot that script will be able to stand on the fact that we did a hundred of the best episodes we possibly could and we didn't phone it in once. That's what I'm proud of.”