In giving his and his country’s tribute to Harry Belafonte, former President Barrack Obama says Belafonte was a barrier-breaking legend who used his platform to lift others up, adding the Jamaican American singer and civil rights activist lived a good life – transforming the arts while also standing up for civil rights.
That may as well be said by everyone who knew this great man and even those who did not know him but were the beneficiaries of his trailblazing work as an accomplished black actor in the 1950 and 60s, starting from every black actor who graced the large and small screens ever since.
The New York Times has a great tribute of this great man you can read here
Some years ago in early 2000, I was in Ottawa, Canada on a business trip. Trying to find something to do for that weekend, I decided to go and watch a live performance at Ottawa’s National Arts Center not too far from the hotel where I was staying at.
As I was leaving for the concert, I happened to see a bunch of people milling around the lobby and all seemed to want to shake hands with this towering figure I had no idea who he was.
Curious, I asked one of the hotel staff who told me he was surprised that I did not know it was Harry Belafonte!
Embarrassed, I, too, started milling and waiting for a chance to shake hands with this obviously famous person I knew by name but never met before.
If you have ever met a famous person, few look the same when you meet them in person and that is true of many “regular” folk you may know from TV or acting.
I have previously written when during one of the National Prayer Breakfasts at Safari Park when I found myself standing next to this lady who I was scratching my head where I knew her from as she looked very familiar—like a distant relative you have not seen for a long time.
She was talking on the phone as we were waiting to mill to the lunch section. I was about to say hello to her only to notice two clearly burly security agents standing behind her—it was now Kirinyaga Governor Ann Waiguru.
I found out because now late General Nkaisery who I knew come-by and as we were having a small talk, I asked him who that was he, too, like the hotel staff, was surprised I did not know that was Ann Waiguru!
You can read what I wrote about that breakfast here
Back to Ottawa, even before I got my turn to greet Belafonte, the star beamed with his signature smile looking directly at me over others ahead of me as if to say, “come on; don’t be afraid to shove these white folks aside and make your way as you’re the only black dude here!”
I did not, but I made it to him when my turn came, shook his hand, and said something possibly incoherent as I am wont to do under those circumstances, he took it in well, asked me where I was from and this is always a double-barreled question because I could say I was from Maryland, USA, which would have been correct, or I am from Kisii, Kenya, which would have also been correct.
I learned which one to use to answer that question back in the mid-80s when I worked for a company called Metagram America as an assistant branch manager in Fort Worth, Texas. At a corporate event attended by regional management, I greeted our company’s president and as a btw, he asked me where I was from. I told him I was from Kenya.
“I mean, which of our offices do you work?” shot back the boss not much caring that I was from Kenya. I henceforth dropped the idea of saying I am from Kenya unless the context is very clear that should be the response.
Back to this great man, we had a brief chat I do not recall much of it other than he told me he liked Kenya and enjoyed every time he visited. This was before the proliferation of smartphones where taking photos is only a fingertip away but luckily there was a photographer who snapped a photo of us.
I am now going blank where that photo is but is somewhere in this house I must dig it up and frame it in memory of this great man.
During intermission, I was walking back to the theater, and walking opposite me was none other than the great man I quickly had a one-second debate about whether to say something or just bow my head in acknowledgment and keep on moving as I went past him and other milling around him.
Before I could settle the debate, the great man once again beamed the smile he had earlier this time more like “you can’t believe we are meeting again; can you!” and with that, he stopped and we had another brief chat, he bade me off saying he will be at the NAC’s restaurant after the concert and that I should come by.
After the concert, I made my way to the restaurant and found him seated with several others who I assumed were his hosts and quickly decided I better not even think about intruding even though he had invited me, so I simply walked by, waved at him, and said “I’ll see you later,” which he acknowledged and back to the hotel I went.
Since I was staying at the same hotel he was staying in, I figured I could just call him in his room (ok; in his suite) and maybe arrange to meet him before I left the following day.
I should have known it is not that easy for I was told by the receptionist in the morning when I tried to call he had his DND on and of course, they could not provide or tell me his room number.
I tried one more time before leaving, the same thing so I left without seeing this great man and felt stupid I did not ask him for his number that time I was talking to him for he was very welcoming and so down to earth I am sure he would have given it.
Oh well, it was not meant to be but I am very happy to have met the man, and now that he has left the world, his good deeds, who he was, and what he accomplished is a legacy worth emulating by us all, and for me just being as welcoming and warm as he was to me, was good enough to know he was a great man for that is a great character to emulate no matter what your status is in life, especially one of this great man’s stature.
Compare this great man with the one-term, twice impeached accidental president of the United States and you’ll know all that has gone wrong with America and cannot be allowed to be, even as the man many of his own senior staff openly called a moron still wants to become president again!
If the world had leaders who were as down-to-earth, humble, compassionate, and caring half as much as Harry Belafonte was, the world will be a better place.
Fortunately, there are many like him, and the more the better.
Try to be one of them.
May he Rest in Peace.