Fourteen Mile Move for Friendship

By: Guillermo Torrente & Mekenzie Kuhn

Umoja Abdul-Ahad—some may remember him as Terry Ladd—did not attend Karns High School in 1964 to integrate the school; he did it because he wanted to sleep in, like any other teenager would. Before he went to Karns High School, he went to Austin High School—separated by fourteen miles—and in order to make it to the bus on time, he would have to wake up at 4:30 a.m. It was a three hour ride to the all-black high school. Although he was happy to have a shorter commute to school, Umoja had to leave his high school sweetheart to attend Karns; he would call her every morning. Transferring to Karns not only began the process of integrating the school, but also allowed him to enjoy his school year more: he could sleep in and play basketball for Karns. He gladly accepted his new sleep schedule. However, transferring to his new school would also have lasting effects on his life. Brought to school by their mother and step-uncle, Umoja, a senior, and his sister, Alice Ladd, a junior, attended the original Karns High School building.

From the very first day attending their new school, Umoja and his sister were welcomed into Karns. As they entered school on that first day, the usual crowd of students “milling around” at the front of the school created a safe path for Umoja and his family to follow, parting like the Red Sea. Umoja described the situation, “They just moved out of the way. You know, they didn’t congregate or anything….We just went right past everybody, came in the front door of Karns, came to the office, and the receptionist said ‘good morning’. And then my mom told everybody why we were there, and I think Dr. McKeehan must’ve heard it. He just immediately came out and had his hand stuck out welcoming us to the school.” Dr. McKeehan was the school principal at the time. Umoja recalled, “Dr. McKeehan was professional, warm, inviting, and helpful. His demeanor set the tone, and he only got better, always inquiring about my needs. Just as the majority of the educators exhibited in my life.” Dr. McKeehan as well as all the other teachers made Karns a welcome home for Umoja and his sister. Their introduction to Karns was an important occasion in the school’s history. They were the first two African American students enrolled at the high school, and Umoja was the first African American basketball player at Karns.

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Dr. McKeehan

On his first day at Karns High School, Umoja was approached by Buster Duncan, a fellow student and basketball player, who asked him, “Do you play ball?” to which he responded, “Yes, I play!” Buster then invited Umoja to meet the basketball coach, H.B. Jenkins, at practice after school. He soon became an important part of the team. However, his joining may have been controversial to some: he had not attended the summer basketball fitness program required to get the players in top condition and join the team. Nevertheless, Umoja had a very positive experience as a student-athlete.

When asked if there was a specific event that shaped who he is today, Umoja responded, “I think when you mentioned that…about what actually shaped…what incident…what specific thing at Karns actually shaped my life, I couldn’t think of one incident.” Umoja praised his experience as a student at Karns High School. He recalled the positive reception he received and complimented the “outstanding teachers” he met at Karns. He acclaimed the school, saying it has always been a top academic school.

While receiving his education, Umoja became close with several students; today, he still retains many of those friendships. He got along with almost everyone at Karns. In fact, he reminded there was “no racial shock” surrounding his introduction to Karns. Although there was “no major incident” during his time at Karns, Umoja did experience some—although, relatively minor—incidents of racial negativity.

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Karns High School Varsity Basketball Team 1965

A majority of the incidents Umoja endured involved the basketball team. However, he recalled a harmless experience from his first day at Karns. Umoja and his sister waited in bus hall, seated in the front row of the auditorium. After a spitball greeted Umoja on his shoulder, his sister became defensive, “she always loved her brother and still does, so she’s very protective….She was ready to just go to war about a spitball. And I said, ‘Sis, it’s just a piece of paper. That’s all it is, a piece of paper.’” Out of his peripheral, Umoja witnessed the student who gifted him his new, wet, paper companion. Giggles and laughs emanated from the back of the auditorium. Weeks later, the culprit apologized to Umoja, “He said, ‘I want to apologize to you,’ and I said, ‘For hitting me with that spitball?’ ‘You knew that all the time?’ ‘Yeah, I saw you when you threw it.’ ‘Well you still talk, we’re still interacting, we still have classes together.’ ‘Yeah, it was just a piece of paper.’” Umoja’s personality shone through in that moment, “And I said, ‘You didn’t know me….So I couldn’t get mad at you because you don’t know me.’” Umoja’s easygoing temper was on display. Umoja also recalled one minor incident that involved a different student. While officiating for a basketball game, part of the responsibility of a varsity player, Umoja called a travel on a student who then threw the basketball at Umoja in his frustration. Umoja returned the ball to him with equal enthusiasm; the student failed to catch it. Later, the student “misrepresented the situation” to other students, claiming he met Umoja in the hallway and pulled a knife on him. In fact, Umoja explained, “I don’t know where he imagined that, but it never happened.” On a later occasion, the same student approached Coach Jenkins, who was wearing a “b-bop” or “tweed” hat, in the gym. He then asked the coach, “Coach, how far did you have to run that n***** before you got that hat?” Coach Jenkins immediately disapproved of the student’s language. Umoja explained, “The coach told him that was unacceptable. You know, we don’t say that….And whether the guy knew I was in the room or not, I’m not sure. And it doesn’t really matter because of his language. That’s not the language you use in love and appreciation and getting to know people and that kind of thing. But I really appreciated Coach H.B. Jenkins and his response about it not being acceptable.”

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Coach H.B. Jenkins

A more major incident highlights the character of the people at Karns. At a rivalry game, students from the rival school planned to jump Umoja as he took a shot from the corner—his favorite position to shoot from. After learning of this planned attack, several students from Karns decided to stand up and defend Umoja. Ed Dossett was one of the students who organized the other students to protect him. Umoja was informed that Ed Dossett, Fred Parham, Red Carter, and several others defended him; the names of the other students were not shared with him. These students stood like a wall in the corner of the court, acting as a barrier between Umoja and any potential threat. Not only were the Beavers victorious on the court that night, they also demonstrated the true character of Karns—a more important victory.

However, these negative incidents were not the first to come to mind when recalling his school days. Umoja remembered the positive experiences he had before any other memories. He got to know several people during his time at Karns. Along with Dr. McKeehan, Coach Jenkins, and several other educators at Karns, Umoja met many people of good character. John Edgel was a significant figure in Umoja’s experience. Edgel, a forward on the basketball team, gladly provided Umoja transportation to and from practice everyday. The two teammates would chat during their daily commute. In fact, they would also eat lunch together with Barry Hodges and his family at the Hodges’ home. Umoja depicted him as a true friend, “John Edgel played forward on our basketball team and provided me transportation home after basketball practice with glee and no signs of not wanting to assist me in that manner. God bless, John Edgel!!! Amen.” Ed Dossett was another significant figure in Umoja’s story. After he learned that Ed Dossett defended him, Umoja approached Ed and thanked him, to which Ed responded, “Aw man, don’t listen to what people are saying.” He highlighted Ed’s character, “He didn’t even wanna get credit for it. He didn’t wanna make a big issue out of it or anything.” Umoja recalled that he and Ed “became fast friends over the years.” When he returned home after serving in the Air Force for four years, Umoja went to meet Dossett, who was now serving as the Attorney General of Knox County, in his office and thanked Ed for protecting him. He recalled that after they met, Dossett ordered, “I don’t care what I’m doing, if he comes up here to see me, send him back here.” Unfortunately, Mr. Dossett died in 1992. Also, one of Umoja’s teammates, Ted Allen, was killed in the Oklahoma City bombing. Umoja described another friend of his, “Calvin ‘Cylk’ Cozart: Karns High Beaver, Actor, Director, Producer, Father, Friend, all-around good guy.” Growing up as neighbors, Umoja’s sister babysat the newborn Cozart. Currently, Umoja occasionally texts Cozart, greeting him with “Hello Beaver!” every time—a greeting unique to their friendship.

Today, Umoja works as a volunteer for the Carpet Bag Theater, helping bring art to veterans. He also owns a recycling company, the “I Recycle Campaign”, providing jobs for the youth in Knoxville.Umoja3

In telling his tale, Umoja uncovered the character of the Karns community. If they make a mistake—as people tend to do—there are people in Karns who have the maturity to apologize and make amends with others. There are adults in Karns who want to set an example for the future generations, putting them back on the right track when they do wrong— warm and friendly folk living in Karns who welcome newcomers into the community. There are people who stand up and defend each other—a sign of true friendship. Friends for life are made here. Karns is home to priceless memories of laughter, fun, friendship, and happiness that can last a lifetime.

The “Cursed” Corner

by Harrison Garrett and Jacob Larkin

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“Business is something you love to do, not something you have to do,” says local entrepreneur Majid Mahdi; the proud owner of Kib Kab Deli on the corner of Byington Beaver Ridge Road and Oak Ridge Highway. Walking through the front door of the small business, we were immediately engulfed in the Mediterranean culture, as well as Majid’s loving and outgoing personality. During our interview,  Majid provided sensational insight into what it truly means to be a business owner, while also addressing the wide spread rumor of a curse that has been said to haunt the property for generations.

You’ve probably already noticed this small, unique building on the corner of Oak Ridge Highway.  It sits right next to the Hardees, and strangely enough is right in front of an old graveyard. Over the years, an estimated nine businesses have been established on the property where Kib Kab Deli currently resides. These businesses range from a florist, a shaved ice shop, and even an insurance company. Before Kib Kab Deli, Majid even owned the limo shop that was in the same location.

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The building when it was a realty/insurance office

Enlightening us on his passion behind spreading his culture throughout Karns, Majid let us sample some of his delicious Mediterranean dishes he serves in his restaurant. As we were enjoying our first dish, Majid commented, “That’s one thing I love about Karns, the people here are open minded.”

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One of the dishes we enjoyed

Because of the constant opening and closing of businesses on the land, a rumor was created by the Karns community that the corner has been cursed for generations. The rumored curse meant that any business that was established on the property would inevitably close down. Shortly after opening his business, Majid had been made aware of the curse when his customers informed him of all the previous businesses that had closed. We asked Majid if he thought his business would finally break this curse. Confidently, he replied, “It already stopped; I made peace with it.”

Majid explained that this peace with the curse came from the open minds of the Karns community. His passion for spreading Mediterranean culture and serving folks amazing food was the key to breaking the curse forever. Majid would love if you came in, said hello, and experienced what Kib Kab Deli has to offer.

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Majid Mahdi at Kib Kab Deli (picture courtesy of the Knoxville News-Sentinel)

Update from the KOHP Journalists – Yes, we’re still here!

Hello Readers,

We just wanted to post an update to say that the project is still going. Illness, closings due to floods, and scheduling mishaps have resulted in rescheduled interviews and pushed-back deadlines, but we are hard at work on some great stories for this spring.

Stay tuned.

The Untold Story of Wilbert Cherry – Part 2

This is the second in a two-part series. To read part one, click here.

By Noah Faulkenberry, Julianna Friel, Alise Ndacayisaba, and Faith Sullivan

 

Wilbert used to dunk the ball in penny loafers with no socks.

After his accident, Wilbert Cherry’s basketball opportunities seemed to be lost, but he was undaunted. With determination, he began a regimen that he hoped would get him back onto the court. His brother Patrick remembers:

 “He started by crawling down the hallway! He was walking with a limp and tears in his eyes. He walked everyday for a little over a week. We were Bruce Lee fans, so we were doing martial arts stretching! In a couple weeks, Wilbert was jogging a mile a day, then 2 miles about 2 weeks. He would dribble  a basketball down Emory road to Oak Ridge Highway and back home. Tony Cross  or Ed Witherspoon would give Wilbert rides to the gym where he would shoot 50 free throws and 50 jump shots everyday!”

Wilbert regained his agility and strength and was able to shoot his shot at the University of Tennessee. He walked on the team for the 1970-1971 season. He and Larry Robinson were the first two African-Americans to ever play basketball at UT.

 

We wanted to know what it was like for  Wilbert to play at a major university, so we reached out to actor, friend, and entrepreneur  Calvin “Cylk” Cozart who met the Cherrys at church one Sunday morning. Members of the church described the family as “smart, good looking people who could play ball.” Mr. Cozart remembers, “I met Wilbert first; he was older. He said,  ‘Can you play ball?’ and I was like ‘Yes!’ He said, ‘Alright’,” then he started kicking my butt on the court.”

                 “They were so talented, Leon and Wilbert. They had an older brother who was  built and could also play ball, but Wilbert and Leon could also sing and play piano. I would always act like I could sing too. We would always gather around and sing the Jackson 5 songs. Wilbert would always act like Michael. They were really talented and I was intimidated by that. I remember one time we were out in  their front yard, and I didn’t notice that Mrs.Cherry was listening. Leon, Wilbert and I were singing our butts off, but they were singing and I just thought I was singing. So I’m singing and all of a sudden they stopped and they just cracked up along with Mrs.Cherry. They made jokes like ‘Calvin’s going to grow to be a singer!’ and they messed with me for about five years.”

It could be challenging to go around in public with all the racism at the time. But luckily for Cozart, he had someone like Wilbert Cherry around to protect him. “I always felt like nobody was going to bother me when Wilbert was around because he had respect from everybody.” The respect everyone had for Wilbert was not a given, though; he earned it through a great work ethic and kindness to his peers.

It would seem from his talent, Wilbert could have started for any college, not just the University of Tennessee. “He could’ve started for Alabama or Mississippi but he didn’t want to leave Wilma, his mother, or J.E., his father; and yet he still got to play for a major university,Cozart said. But because of the rules surrounding the game at the time, Wilbert did not get to play as much as he would’ve liked or at least the way he deserved.  He was, in Cozart’s words, “a different kind of player, and with his skills and athleticism, Wilbert could have been an all star at any other school. He was disciplined and he could go off the cuff. He could play like Allen Iverson and yet he could slow it down like bounce pass here, go set a pick, and roll.” Cozart explains that the rules were a bit different at that time. “If you went around and threw a pass behind your back, and the guy caught it and scored, it didn’t mean anything.” Cozart goes on to say how the coach would only accept “good, crisp bounce passes.”

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The authors with Cylk Cozart

Wilbert, Leon, and Calvin would drive around on the weekends and try to find the basketball games in Knoxville. “We would go to every basketball watering hole there was in Knoxville.” According to Mr. Cozart, they would play against players from all over the country and Wilbert would say to him, ‘You can’t get better by playing people that you could beat all the time. They get better; you’re not gonna get any better. You need to play with someone that is going to challenge you when you go to the hole. Calvin you’re not as quick as you think you are.’” Cozart responded with “‘Yes I am!” Wilbert once played against Otis Howard, a former NBA player, and Cozart remembers, “Wilbert was killing him; like he wasn’t even there.” When Wilbert returned to UT and played, he didn’t play how he played against Otis Howard. Cozart would be on the sideline yelling, “Kill him! Kill him!” But the team had a structured offense worked against him. They had a system that worked for them, and smart guys like Wilbert and Larry Robinson played by rules.

Cozart recalls asking Cherry about this discrepency. “So we went out to UT’s campus, and there were some guys playing just in the intramural leagues, and I thought they were pros.” There were basketball tournaments held at UT; players from all over would come and play, and in the words of Cozart, “Wilbert would dominate all these teams. He would make passes between his legs, bounce passes off the backboard, and I’m like ‘Why don’t you do that in the games?’ Wilbert responded with ‘Coach Mills would throw me under the bench if I made a pass like that.’ He responded with, ‘That’s not fair,’ and Wilbert would say, ‘Hey, you either do it the way they want, or you don’t play.’” Cozart adds, “I don’t know how he had that much discipline.”

“Wilbert used to dunk the ball in penny loafers with no socks.” We interpreted from this, and everything else we have learned about Wilbert that he would play in any condition, regardless of the circumstances. He had a disciplined persistence that deserves to be celebrated. As a group, we also spoke to Larry Robinson, Wilbert’s teammate (who was the first African-American basketball scholarship recipient at UT), and his main focus was telling us not only how great Wilbert was but also how much of a competitive nature he had. From all the people we have talked to about Wilbert, all the things we have learned about him have brought to our attention how much of an honor it would have been to meet this person. If you did know this kind hearted soul, you were a remarkably lucky person to have Wilbert H. Cherry in your life.

Cherry graduated from the University of Tennessee and practiced law in Knoxville for many years. He married and had two sons. He passed away on August 4, 2007.

 

-Thank you Mr. Wilbert H. Cherry for being such an inspiration to us, as students, and the Karns Community; it would have been an honor to have met you.

– Noah, Faith, Alise, and Julianna

Framing Karns

By Cobi Genna, Mekenzie Kuhn, Joe McDonald, and Guillermo Torrente

Throughout this project of documenting the oral history of Karns, we’ve been given the opportunity to interview some amazing people for some truly interesting stories about our community, from the caverns, to Mr. Wilbert Cherry. I, along with many others, have watched in anticipation as the Story of Karns came together, told by those who know it best. So many people in the community reached out to us to tell their stories and it was up to us, the students and journalists, to find what spoke to us and bring it to life through our blog.

My group started off this project with an idea to spotlight one of the most interesting and unique families in Karns, but about a week later, in the most polite way imaginable, we received our first rejection. Our second idea was the history of the fire station, but again, we had little luck with getting an interview and so our second rejection arrived just as politely as the first. Next came the barber shops of Karns, the churches, and in an act of desperation we even considered Hardee’s. All ideas were met with some form of “Thank you, but no thank you.” We wanted to show the parts of Karns that gave it the hometown appeal, but as you might imagine, being approached by a 5’1, 17 year old girl, whom you’ve never met, who is asking to publish the story of your life and business for the world to read wasn’t the most appealing offer.

We’d like to note that in receiving rejection from some of the businesses in Karns, that we, in no way were offended by said rejection. The people and businesses of Karns work incredibly hard and in choosing to write about a business or the personal life of a family, we accepted the fact that not everybody has time or the desire to let their personal story be broadcasted to the community. In some cases people found it hard to believe that a story about them would be worth telling, but this is the point of our project, to showcase these exact stories that make up our history and community and would go otherwise untold.

After sitting in the parking lot of the Karns Church of Christ for about twenty minutes pouting and listening to Christmas music after what felt like the longest day of interview hunting, I was ready to go home and email our teacher to give us an interview with anyone willing to talk. If I’m being honest, I almost drove right past it without second thought just like seemingly the rest of Karns, but something about the blue tin roof made me think, “If no one else, maybe them.” I pulled into the parking lot of Karns Frame and Art ready to face yet another polite rejection and already planning which milkshake I would stop to get at Sonic on my way home. What I was not ready for was the kindness and willingness to share their story that I found inside.

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From keys to spoons, rugs to puzzles, mirrors to canvas prints, and ground breaking shovels to vintage hair curlers that look a little more like torture devices than hot irons, it seems like anything you could possibly imagine has passed through the doors of Karns Frame and Art. Tucked away, right in plain sight, you’ve probably driven past it a hundred times on your way to and from everything in Karns. A constant in the Karns community for the past almost thirty years, they seem to be our best kept, not so secret, secret.  Even the owners, Lara and Grace Peruit admit that while everyone seems to know the frame shop is there, its remarkably easy to miss despite being front and center to most people’s commutes through Karns.

The frame shop hasn’t always been hidden in plain sight, however, and was originally in the heart of Karns. Right at the corner of Oak Ridge Highway and Byington Beaver Ridge road, where Walgreens now stands, was the original home of the frame shop. Grace Periut, who inherited the business from her mother, recalled the success of the “Million Dollar Corner” saying, “At the time, the cars would come from Oak Ridge and sit at that red light and so we would get a lot of business after five ‘cause the grandfather clause allowed us to keep our building right by the road so you could see all the windows and everything so they would be curious and stop and come in. It was a great location…”
Once Walgreens took over the space, Grace moved to the shopping center across the street where she stayed for five years before shutting down the gallery to pursue a career as an X-Ray technician. A little over three years ago, however, Grace, who jokingly compared her involvement in the framing business to an addiction, reopened her doors to the Karns community in the current building and a year later passed down the business to her niece in law, Lara, who has run the shop ever since.

Within your first few minutes of meeting Lara, the creative nature of her entire being is what you will most likely notice first. It wasn’t surprising to hear all the side projects and businesses she works on and with, all while running the frame shop because that’s just the type of person she is, always looking for something new to do and the more creatively challenging the better.

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In the middle of our first interview, a man came in with a painting to be framed. He had absolutely no idea what he wanted and threw out a couple of ideas that highly contrasted with the frames he would point out. “Something kind of muted,” he said while holding a bright cherry wood frame. “Maybe something more orangey, like this,” he said pointing to a dark brown one. “I don’t know just something simple to hang in my office,” as he eyed a large shiny frame. In the end he left in somewhat of a hurry telling Lara to go with her gut. She and I couldn’t help but laugh after he left, and I couldn’t help but feeling that this was a pretty typical occurrence in her line of business. (As an avid consumer of Target and Dollar general frames it was a little shocking to see the amount of options of frames, mats, nails, glues, and boxes that can go into a “simple” framing job.) In the end, the frame turned out beautifully and the man was still none the wiser of the many options that he had left up to Lara, but this was the kind of trust and “neighborly-ness” that I had been looking for all along. Lara could have so easily rushed the job and given the man the cheapest or most expensive frame and moved on, but instead took the time to listen to the man’s slightly confusing wants and give him a frame she knew would look good all while taking time to talk to me. This is the wonderful part about living is such a historically rich area n- there’s always a story to be told if you know where to look.

 

Since the writing of this story, Karns Frame and Art has merged with another business and moved to a new location on Kingston Pike.

The Byington Legacy

By Macy Alred, Hailie Ford, Maria Mendez, and Alyssa Olds

Picture this: in the 1900’s, a rural community quite literally plants its roots in a small town, known presently as Karns. You are a farmer, your neighbors are farmers, the whole town is rolling hills and farmland. This is what life was like for the early Karns community when Jane Byington Williams’s budding family first came to live there. If you live in the Karns area, the name Byington should be extremely familiar to you. Jane is a long-time resident whose Grandfather, Moses Brownlow Byington, was responsible for many of the foundations of our Karns community, focusing primarily on education. “He was determined to have a school in this area,” Jane says, “He made three trips to Washington D.C. to get the Solway Bridge. He was able to get that done through his position in Knox County Court.” The Byington family carries a legacy throughout Karns. With many places in our small town being named after him, such as  Byington Beaver Ridge Road, and even Byington Solway Vocational Center, it’s almost impossible to miss their family name.

Jane grew up oblivious to her grandfather’s legacy, and lead a normal childhood in Karns, including attending the schools her grandfather had founded. She remembers being involved in various clubs throughout high school, “I was always interested in people…We had an Honors Society, we had a Latin Club, and Chorus was always really important to me. I was always in the plays. I remember one of them where my boyfriend was dressed as a girl,” Jane told us as she reminisced of her high school days.

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As Jane aged from high school, she chose to devote her life to her community and to its future generations, much like her grandfather. Jane taught at Karns High School from 1958 all the way to her retirement in 1989. “I always taught English and then Latin,” Jane recalls. When asked how the people in Karns have changed from when Jane remembers, she responded, “People are people wherever you go.”  Having taught in Karns for so long, Jane has experienced many changes brought to our school today, including the tragic fire and burning of the first Karns High School in 1978 located near the elementary school, and the building of the new one used today. She and the other brave teachers at that time were required to teach in the gymnasium and even had to adapt to outdoor classes; it took a huge toll on the community, but ultimately resulted in the construction of a new facility where Jane worked for another seven years.

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Ms. Byington Williams as a KHS staff member in 1979

To this day, the Byington Legacy lives on and continues to thrive throughout Karns. From farmers, to politicians, to teachers, the Byington family has surely made a lasting impact on our community and we owe them a debt of gratitude for setting the foundation of Karns, Knoxville, Tennessee.

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Special thanks to Ms. Jane Byington Williams and Ms. Vickie Coker for helping to make this story possible. 

The Untold Story of Wilbert Cherry – Part 1

By Noah Faulkenberry, Julianna Friel, Alise Ndacayisaba, and Faith Sullivan

     They were just two paperboys running their regular route. As they tossed another copy, Wilbert and his younger brother, and recent hire, Leon faced the first of many instances of adversity they would face together, as brothers. Leon (who now goes by Patrick) remembers, “One morning, we are delivering papers, and these guys hit us, and knocked us off Wilbert’s bicycle into a ditch. They yelled at us, ‘Stay off the road, n*****s!’. Not long after that, my dad transferred to Bull Run, so we moved from Morristown to Knoxville.”

     The decision by Mr. and Mrs. Cherry to move their large family in 1967 is what brought Wilbert Cherry to the Karns community. This was a time in which a sizable portion of residents still believed that his mother was “the help,” and he was often excluded because of his skin color. In spite of this, he still managed to be active throughout the community. Wilbert was a member of the Karns High School choir as well as ensemble, and he was involved in basketball. He stood out among his peers by becoming a Boys’ State representative and being voted “Best All-Around” by his classmates. These tidbits alone would make Wilbert someone worthy of looking up to, but if you dig a little deeper, you will find an untold story that is truly inspirational.

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Wilbert Cherry as Boys’ State Representative

     Wilbert Cherry is no longer with us, but his story lives on through his brother, the aforementioned Patrick Leon Cherry. He remembers a bit of culture shock when the family first moved to the area, saying, “When we moved to Karns, we went from swimming pools to creeks; we lived next door to a bunch of cows, and I’d only seen cows in books…And Karns didn’t even have a track; it was dirt. Wilbert was in the 9th grade; I was in the 6th grade.”

     Unfortunately, Patrick’s memories from this time also include instances of racial prejudice. He remembers, “Now, when we got to Knoxville, naturally there was a change in our cultural environment, and so a lot of things were about race back in those days. I know that my mother came to one football game and I was on the sideline, and somebody was standing by the fence yelling, ‘Somebody kill that n****r!’ and after that, she never came to another game.”

     Despite these moments, the Cherry brothers continued to pursue their goals. They never allowed discrimination to stop them from succeeding educationally and athletically. Wilbert worked hard and distinguished himself on the basketball court. As a result, he was offered many basketball scholarships. When asked about the family reaction to these rewards, Patrick responds, “My reaction was that I finally got a room to myself, and that’s the truth. I was the youngest of nine children, so by the time I got to high school, my parents were worn out!”

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Wilbert was voted “Best All-Around his senior year at KHS.

     But something happened the summer after Wilbert’s graduation that nearly derailed his hard work and dreams. Patrick explains, “He was riding his motorcycle, and I was about to get on his motorcycle with him, but when I tried to get on, he would ride off and then he would say, ‘Aw, come on, get on, get on!’ I would walk to get on and he would ride off again, and he did that two or three times. And the fourth time I was like, ‘No, I’m not getting on,’ so I stood there, and I was mad.” Wilbert took off without his younger brother, and disaster struck.

     “So I hear him first gear and then the second. Then I heard BAM and everything was just dead silent. The birds weren’t even singing. I knew something had happened, so I walked down to Mrs. Taylor, the middle school math teacher who lived across the street from our parents. I walked and I saw Wilbert face down in her driveway in the gravel, and he had blood on his head, and he was cringing….so when I saw him lying in gravel, his knuckles, his head had blood on it, and his crying…he was grimacing. And something that my brother did not know was that you could lean forward with your silhouette, and you could see his body imprint in the car.”

     “The police never investigated, never asked me what I saw, what I heard. I was never questioned. His car drove my brother’s motorcycle into a telephone pole. It jetted him to the left of the pole; the car took his motorcycle, crumpled up under the car, for another twenty feet…If I had been on that motorcycle with him, you and I would not be having this conversation today.”

     Wilbert was rushed to the emergency room. According to his brother, he had a concussion, fractured ribs, as well as dislocated hips, and “The doctors told him he’d be lucky to walk normal again.” In spite of these devastating injuries, he refused to give up. His brother suggests that you cannot underestimate the magnitude of what he overcame.

     “Here’s what I know about my brother that a lot of people don’t know. Wilbert was the University of Tennessee. He wasn’t just the first African American to play basketball at UT. He was a heroic story because I watched it. I heard the report of the doctors. I watched him every morning. I watched him cry as he started crawling. This was in a three-month period. I saw him go from crawling to walking. I watched him grimace and cry. Then he went from walking to jogging.”

     Essentially, Wilbert Cherry lost all of his scholarships; everyone thought this was the end of the line for his basketball career. Despite that, Wilbert told his family, “I’m going to UT, and I’m going to try out.”

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To be continued…

Special thanks to Patrick Cherry and Dewanna Glover for their help with this story.

Click here for The Untold Story of Wilbert Cherry – Part 2

Warmer in the Winter: The Tradition of the Karns Christmas Parade

By Lauren Kelly, Brianna Knight, Meredith McNeeley, and Grace Powers

Every winter, residents of the Karns community take to the streets to kick off the Christmas season with a celebration as whimsical as it is humble. Old fashioned cars, colorful floats, farm animals, and more march down Oak Ridge Highway to spread holiday cheer and captivate the community. Each year, the Karns community hosts its annual Karns Christmas Parade, an event which warms even the coldest winter mornings. A tradition started by the Karns Business Association twelve years ago, this event continues to showcase the spirit of Karns and brings the community together. We sat down with Roger Kane, former president of the Karns Business Association, to recall the history of the Karns Christmas Parade and what the event means to the community.

The parade, now a holiday staple, arose from humble beginnings. Roger Kane became a part of the Karns Business Association when it was first created. He says, “We wanted to do things that kept the spirit of Karns going.” As a result, the association decided to host a Christmas parade. He says that it started off small, with limited participation from the community. With time, more businesses and community organizations caught on, and the parade began to grow. Soon, military members, the Karns High School marching band, and people from all walks of life were joining in on the fun.

What sets the Karns Christmas Parade apart from other holiday parades in the area is how open the event truly is. Anyone can participate, and there’s no need to register ahead of time. If there is space left in the Ingles parking lot where the parade starts its route, then there is room for anyone who wants to be a part of it. Though the lineup is flexible, there are still a few rules by which participants must abide. Kane told us, for example, “We allow horses as long as they are diapered,” – since the parade lacks a cleanup crew – “and Santa Claus is always last.”

Though the parade serves as a celebration of the holidays, above all, it showcases the best of the Karns community. Members of the Corvette Club ride alongside horses and tractors. The armory trails behind motorcycles and classic cars. A mule and cart carries the Grand Marshall down streets of laughing children and smiling families. In Kane’s own words, “It gives people a glimpse into the past, of what life used to be like back when this was a farming community instead of an endless subdivision.” Indeed, the parade pieces together everything that makes the community great. It gives the people of Karns a chance to put aside all differences and engage in their shared passion for the community.

Though it has changed over the passing years, the Karns Christmas Parade remains a highlight of the holiday season for people of all ages. The event holds true to the best traditions and values of a remarkable community.

This year’s Christmas Parade will be held Saturday, December 8th at 10:00. The route extends from Ingles to the Red Light.

  

The Tradition Lives On by Kylee Scarbrough, Alizabeth Hutchison, Harrison Garrett, Jacob Larkin

 

With three different buildings within 65 years, a fire that burned one of them down, a handful of life long traditions, and lots of school spirit, Karns High School has a rich history. Throughout these years many things have changed, but even more, such as painting the underpass, making banners for the homecoming game, and cheering on the Beavers, have remained the same. Karns High School is filled with students who are determined, passionate, and involved and this has been true since the first KHS was built.  

In 1913, the first Karns High school was built and only held seventy-five students; this history1building only lasted until 1938 when a new building (pictured to the right) was needed due to the increasing population of the Karns community and those surrounding it. The second building was constructed in the back parking lot of what is now the Karns Elementary School, and held up until 1978 when the school was set aflame by an arsonist. After a couple weeks, the most recent school was built and has remained for 30 years now. Despite these changes, Karns High has stayed true to its values of respect, discipline, tradition, and Friday night football.

 

As with many American high schools, the Karns High students take pride in their school history2spirit and in the sports teams they have been cheering on for all these years. In an interview with a living legend in the Karns community – former teacher and head baseball coach – Dwight Smith, better known as “Chief”, it was clear that no matter what the record of the football team was or what the scoreboard said, the students of Karns always showed up to support the young men who represent this community. Kim Jenkins, a KHS graduate and current KHS teacher, gives insight to what being a Karns student was all about in the early nineties; gathering at a classmates home every Friday night to prepare for the football game as they waited to hear the Karns High marching band so they knew to head to the school. Nowadays, the student section leaders use Twitter to get word out about game times, the theme of the night, tailgating and any other information about the football games, but back in the 1960s this information was spread using the school newspaper, “The Beaver’s Tale”, and programs that were sold for 10 cents during the week prior to the game. Besides the changes brought upon by technological advancements, Karns has kept up many traditions throughout the years such as painting the underpass near the school, making signs for homecoming week, and having a rivalry with Powell High. Along with traditions, Karns has also had high expectations of its students for a very long time. Chief, who had many years of experience with Karns High Students, claims that the staff and administration of Karns has always run a tight ship. This remains true as Karns continues to represent discipline, respect, responsibility, and receptiveness in the halls, history3at sporting events, and in the classrooms.  A positive difference between the past and present is how these behaviors are enforced, however. In the past, paddling was used to encourage good behavior and punish those with bad behavior, but now, the administration uses positive referrals to recognize good character and help spread it throughout the school. Chief notes that in the 80s students and teachers would play sports during lunch, which helped to build bonds between the staff and students. These bonds helped create a more comfortable place for students and a more fun place for teachers, and we hope that teachers will continue to make Karns High as fun, safe, and comfortable as possible.

Karns High School has always held a special place in the hearts of the students and staff members and our biggest hope is to help carry this throughout many more generations and let the tradition live on. Go Beavers!

Memories of Youth with Don and Nancy Gordon

Memories of Youth with Don and Nancy Gordon

By: Brittney Sims and Josh McClure

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Karns is a close knit community with a rich history, and to explore it all, who better to talk to then someone whose family is so well known in Karns? Nancy Gordon graduated from Karns in 1962; Karns High was established in 1913, and the Gordon family has practically been here since the beginning.

 

To start off the interview we asked Nancy what her most memorable moment of being at Karns was; to which she responded, “Meeting my husband, Don Gordon.”. Nancy and Don have been together for 65 years, meeting when she was a freshman and he was a sophomore. The two instantly fell in love. Out of the, “120 in my [Nancy’s] class , and probably about that much in each grade,” the two managed to find each other.

 

When asked about the classes taken, the response was “Girls took home-ec and boys had F.F.A. (future farmers of America). In home-ec we had to make an apron, a skirt, and learn to cook.”. Today, most students are heavily encouraged to take A.P. and honors classes, which is definitely not the speech given in the 60s. “The one class I was good in was typing. I wasn’t in the group with the smart kids. It wasn’t called honors. They had certain teachers that were harder, there was a Alice Bell, if you didn’t have her you weren’t in the smart class.”

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The style of dress was described as, “The guys wore jeans, rolled up, and t-shirts and they rolled the sleeves up on those with white socks, and converse. And the girls wore Saddle shoes, richer kids had Penny Loafers, with our white socks, and full skirts to dance around in.”

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Regardless of scores, football at Karns has always been the center of school spirit. Continuing, Nancy tells us about the “PEP squad and they met Friday afternoons for football games to cheer the guys on.”. Today we all still love being a part of the student section and supporting our team screaming until dark on a Friday night. When asked about high school rivalries, the response, no surprise, was “Powell.”. Still today, the number one rivalry Karns has is Powell High.

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Today, Nancy still spends time with her ex-classmates. The first Monday of every month she and her girl group meet to have lunch together and catch up on how everyone’s lives are going. Nancy is one of the chair members of the “Class of ‘62” reunion committee, in charge of tracking down classmates that have moved far away and pulling them back to their roots. This past October the Gordons held an impromptu reunion for some of their closest classmates. This shows the true bonds and how close the Karns community is, whether it’s filled with drama or love, coming together and remembering our roots is something at which we excel.

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