A Tuskegee Airman in his youth, Chuck Stone became widely recognized as one of the twentieth century's most influential African-American journalists. During the civil rights movement, he was editor of three major black newspapers--The New York Age, Washington Afro-American, and the Chicago Daily Defender—and worked new years as administrative aide to Harlem's outspoken Congressman Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. Stone subsequently became a major organizer and theoretician of the Black Power Movement. As the sixties drew to a close, Stone authored several books and served as a news analyst on racial issues for NBCs "Today Show." From 1972 to 1991 he worked as a columnist and senior editor for the Philadelphia Daily News. He has taught at Harvard, Syracuse, and the University of Delaware, all while continuing to write his nationally syndicated column. He became the founding president of the National Association of Black Journalists in 1975, and for several years thereafter he also hosted the national PBS public affairs program "Black Perspective on the News." In 1991, he was named the Walter Spearman Professor at the School of Journalism and Mass Communication at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. In his first year there he won an Excellence in Teaching award. He continues in this prestigious teaching position today. Squizzy the Black Squirrel is Chuck's first published book for young children.
Tell It Like It Is (1957)
Black Political Power in America (1969)
King Strut (1969)
Squizzy the Black Squirrel (2003)
from Squizzy the Black Squirrel, By Chuck Stone:
“When it gets warm again and the robins come back, we chase each other and we have lots of fun.”
“I know you have lots of fun. And I saw you doing all the same things that—that—well, the other squirrels do.
But you’re the only black squirrel in the w-h-o-l-e park. Like, look at me. I’m black.”
“You’re just a little boy. You’re like all the little kids who play here and let their dogs chase us squirrels. And that’s not nice.”
“I’m sorry. Their dogs should not chase you. The kids are my good friends and we play together. They’re all different colors. Some are black like me, some are white, some are yellow, and some are brown. Their fathers and mothers came from different countries.”
“There you go again, “ he said, “using words I don’t understand—‘different countries’, ‘white’, ‘yellow’, ‘brown’. Squirrels never say words like that. Do you know why?”
I scrunched up my shoulders, like we do in Miss Dunphy’s class when we don’t know the answer.
“Because words don’t help us squirrels gather acorns. Paws do—uh—what’s your name?”
“My name is Marcus.”
“Well, it really is Marcus Chase Chafin. My friends call me Marky.”
“I am glad to meet you, Marcus Chase Chafin. My name is Squizzle Romp Rodent. My friends call me Squizzy.”