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suaveTopic: My Life: Daniel Reeves
Well it’s been along time since I was last here I just want to say that tings are going well. I’m doing the things that my doctor said that I must do if I’m going to live. At first I just waited until I understood that my life was changing as of the second and that I had all the cards in my favor if I just did what was right. As always life puts things in your way so that you can understand what he has in mind only if you are able to live life by his means. This was not hard for god has always been in my heart. That was not the hard part the hard part was doing it day after day month after month to year after year. This was the hard part for I was known for being lazy at times in my life. But that 8years ago not now. For today I’m 200lbs less my health is in better ways than 8-years ago. I love life more every day than the last day. I see the sunrise as a good thing now. I miss not have something to live for everyday. Well it’s great to be back with life doing the things that one loves to do. Until next time have love in tour life if not than give it to someone else who needs it. Daniel
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Welcome. This page is about Daniel Robert Reeves with help from my Sister Debbie. Who I am is hard to say, but I am finding out more and more about myself every day. Part of the reason I am writing is so that you and I will gain some insight into me -- the man who is writing what you are about to read. This is just one small part of my history. As they say, everyone has a story.
Before I was five years old, I new that my life was different from most for I had seen more than most people get to see by age 65. By age five, I had met a United States President, dined at the White House, met the first African American Supreme Court Justice (my sister's godfather), and more civil rights activists than I can possibly remember. In my home, the most important people of the time came to dinner, and spent hours and hours and hours discussing legal and political strategies to gain social, political, and economic freedom for African Americans.
Adding to my good luck is the fact that my mother and father loved the Arts and would take my sister and me to the theater to listen to Classical Music, the Opera, or a play from the Big Apple. And I can't forget the time we spent outdoors such as listening to music in Rock Creek Park. Or all the fun times at my father's Saturday or Sunday picnics. We had a great time with the games and Daddy's stories about President John Kennedy and his office in the White House, and being in federal court, and his talks about Thurgood Marshall and Martin Luther King. He would frequently take me to a local delicatessen where we would meet up with some of his law students and I would listen to him talk for hours about the law being for all people, not just for some folks. How we needed to fight to get us there. Boy, if I could only remember exactly what he said -- I was between the ages of five and nine years old and even though I instinctively knew that what he was saying was powerfully important, I was sad that I did not have the capacity to remember it all. I was more interested in the GI Joe action figure that my dad bought for me.
When I was about 6 or 7 years old, my parents decided to move to a new home. Daddy has started working for President John F. Kennedy as the Special Assistant for Minority Affairs. My parents decided that it was time to integrate a neighborhood. They bought a home at 7760 16th Street, NW in Washington, DC. The house was at the corner of 16th Street and Kalmia Road. We were one of the first African American families to move into that neighborhood. We might have been the first! Before we moved, though, we had the first run in with the Klan that I remember. Apparently, our white neighbor (who was a self-proclaimed member of the Ku Klux Klan) did not approve of the notion of black folks moving into white neighborhoods (he lived next door to us on New Hampshire Avenue--this was before we moved to 16th Street). He complained to my mother that my sister and I made too much noise in the back yard. He told her that the next time we were in the back yard; he would throw lye on us. Mommy sent us, along with our two dogs, to live with her parents in Le Droit Park - until we actually moved to 16th Street.
Not long after we moved to 7760 16th Street, the Klan decided that they had a right to march down the street in front our home. Rumor had it that they wanted to intimidate our family. When they first came marching down the street, I laughed because I thought they were a group of clowns on their way to a party. I wanted to see them up close. My sister knew who they were, though, because she screamed at me to stay away from them. She was mowing the lawn - unasked - because she was in trouble with Mrs. Whitehead - her eighth grade math teacher at Gordon Junior High School. Mrs. Whitehead was a good friend of our mother's so my sister could never do anything wrong in school and get away with it. That was the day that Mrs. Whitehead called our house and mommy found out that my sister had not been doing her math homework. Anyway, my sister Debbi was at the end of the lawn close to the sidewalk when the Klan cam marching into view. She screamed at me to get inside and ran into the house. She told our mother that the Klan was marching down 16th Street. Mommy didn't believe her - she told Mrs. Whitehead, "That girl has an overactive imagination. Now she is trying to tell me that the Klan is marching down the street." I went back outside because I wanted to see the clowns more than I wanted to see my sister get into trouble. One of my friends who lived down Kalmia Road, Knute, came by and we ran down 16th Street to follow the Klansmen. By then, folks were coming out of their homes and throwing things at the men in the white robes - they were screaming at them to go away. News photographers were everywhere and the television cameras were not far behind. The march broke up just after the Klansmen got pass Walter Reed Army Medical Center.
Mommy took Debbi in the car down to Mrs. Whitehead's house so that Debbi could do her math homework. I stayed at home with one of my Dad's law students. When they got home, I could tell that my sister was in deep trouble with my mother. She kept trying to tell my mother that the Klan really did march down the street and my mother, who became quite frustrated, told Debbi to be quiet and not to say another word. She used "the tone." You know the tone you would have to have a death wish to disobey. The next morning, my mother called to my sister and me to get downstairs right away. We were still in our pajamas watching cartoons. I could tell that my sister was afraid that she was in more trouble. We went downstairs, peeking cautiously around the corner into the living room where our mother sat reading the paper. With tears in her eyes, she grabbed us both and hugged us. On the coffee table, I saw a front-page photo of the Klan marching down 16th Street, with Knute and me quite visible in the crowd - pointing and laughing at the clowns.
To this day, my sister still has an overactive imagination, and she is not very good at math. My mother lives in Florida with my second father whom she married over thirty-five years ago, and my first father is deceased.
