This project began for me with a personal phone
call in June 1997. Having visited the United States
Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio, several years ago,
I thought it the appropriate place to continue my
research of the famous all-Black air force of World
War II, the Tuskegee Airmen.Ý Up to now, this inspiring
story of men who overcame institutional prejudice
and established a remarkable war combat record has
been woefully underreported.Ý Our school district's
history textbook makes a passing reference to Tuskegee
Institute, and its founder, Booker T. Washington,
but mentions nothing about the U.S. Army Air Corps
cadets of World War II whose names are also linked
to that town in Alabama.Ý From my own learning, I
knew the Airmen persevered in an era when blacks were
deemed incapable of maintaining, let alone operating,
front-line aircraft.Ý Their determination to learn
how to fly and to fight for their country during World
War, if only to prove they had the capacity and the
willingness to do so, has become the stuff of legend
The Air Force Museum operator with whom I spoke
was most pleasant but she did not know of any Tuskegee
Airmen references at the facility. Then suddenly she
exclaimed, "Wait, I know a man who's a trustee
at the Aviation Hall of Fame here in Dayton, and he's
a Tuskegee Airman.Ý I'll get you his number.
My next phone conversation with Col. Charles I.
Williams - "C. Iî to his friends - was a most
remarkable encounter.Ý I was instantly struck by the
enthusiasm and the detail with which he described
the people and events of his, and our nation's, past.Ý
Also, I was impressed by how willing he was to assist
me. "You get ahold of my friend Kenny Wofford
up there in Minneapolis," he barked. "I'll
let him know you're going to contact him. He'll tell
you about the CAF Red Tail Project going on up there,
too." CAF Red Tail Project? What was that?
Col. Kenneth Wofford was ready for me when I called.
He said to contact him when (not if) we arrived in
Minneapolis; he'd give us the grand tour. He also
had several ideas we needed to discuss about how to
approach this research project.Ý My wife and I really
hadn't planned to do much traveling that summer, but
the Colonel was expecting us. We made the trip.
In early August we met Col. Wofford in a Minneapolis
restaurant parking lot, and then followed him to the
headquarters of the Southern Minnesota Wing of the
Confederate Air Force. With chapters throughout the
nation, the CAF's mission is to preserve the nation's
military aviation history by salvaging and preserving
famous aircraft for future generations of Americans.
The spry 75-year old Wofford then introduced us to
Col. John Schuck, who was then the director of The
CAF Red Tail Project. This was the latest aircraft restoration
project sponsored by the CAF's Southern Minnesota
Wing: a P-51C Mustang - the very make and model flown
by the Tuskegee Airmen over southern Europe.Ý Schuck
told me there were only four remaining aircraft of
this Mustang variant in existence; long ago all the
rest had been reduced to scrap. The plan was for this
particular P-51 to be painted with a distinctive red
tail.Ý Several years and nearly $450,000 would be
required to restore this Mustang to operational status.
When complete, this rare aircraft would take its place
with the other Confederate Air Force aircraft and
become a flying tribute to the brave men of the 332nd
Fighter Group who fought for democracy and freedom
at home and abroad.
As I learned more about the restoration from John,
Col. Wofford busily penned a Tuskegee Airmen bibliography
for future reference. He also stressed the importance
of including all the servicemen and women who comprised
this segregated unit "After all, pilots can't
fly what isn't serviced and maintained," he observed.
"Sure, the pilots got the glory, but only because
of the support and dedication of the ground personnel."
Even though the day's activities eroded much of
the time the three of us were able to spend discussing
ideas, I was beginning to recognize the incredible
potential of this project.Ý Up to now, I had been
looking at things through a keyhole. C. I. Williams,
Ken Wofford and John Schuck opened the door for me,
and I dared to peek inside.Ý I now could envision
a research project involving multi-faceted approach
to learning, combined with an opportunity for students
to take part in a service project that had a direct
connection to the topic they were studying.Ý In its
starkest essence, students could conduct research
and compile it into a book; with their newly-found
knowledge they could enlighten the public and garner
support to raise money for the CAF Red Tail Project.Ý
And maybe, just maybe, we could actually invite some
Airmen to come to Dubuque!Ý What a project that would
be!Ý The fact that no one had ever done anything like
this was all the more reason to try it.Ý As we drove
home, I didn't have all the answers or the pieces
yet in place, but I knew one thing: this was going
to be a school year unlike any other.
Central is a school that serves students who havenít
experienced academic success in the traditional high
school setting.Ý Historically, the hallmark of the
staff has been its unique approach to developing courses
that get the students excited about learning, yet
still meet the school districtís academic standards.Ý
During my tenure, many of my social studies classes
have been characterized by their community connections.Ý
I have long been a believer in having our ìat-riskî
population work with and learn from local citizens,
and then give something back to the community in the
form of a book, a presentation, or some kind of performance-based
project.Ý I knew that once the students realized their
audience would be someone other than myself, they
would most likely become motivated to do their best
work. After all, no one wants to look dumb in public.
Already my students of years gone by had published
their findings and given presentations to local college
and traditional high school history classes. With
this experience under my belt and samples of previous
student work to back up the talk, I knew that we could
pull off this Tuskegee Airmen research project, too.
All I had to do now was convince the latest crop of
at-risk youth that they could do it.
From an English teacher's standpoint, this project
opened up several opportunities for the students to
"go public" with their work, a powerful
motivator in its own right.Ý Eventually, speeches
would have to be written, critiqued, and revised.
Student-written business letters soliciting corporate
support would have to be judged for their ability
to effectively get the point across.Ý From a history
teacherís perspective, research papers would have
to be refined, edited, checked for accuracy and submitted
for publication.Ý And of course, thank-you letters
would be required as a matter of courtesy and propriety.Ý
In short, every single piece of historical research
and writing required for this class would have a real
audience and a real purpose. This was no longer a
sterile English course, where grammar lessons are
taught in a vacuum.Ý Nor was it a stultifying American
history class, where countless names and dates are
learned by rote. This was American history and English
blending together for a real world assignment to learn
about the Tuskegee Airmen and tell their story to
the world.
When school began at Central Alternative High in
August, 1997, the class was scheduled to meet for
a two-period block for nine weeks. I called it "The
Tuskegee Airmen Research Project."Ý Offered as
a class for one history credit, students could stay
with the group for the second quarter, or move on
if they needed to.Ý I realized that the project would
need to extend into the third quarter as well, to
coincide with the idea of a staging public seminar
in February, the culmination of the entire project.
The HBO movie, The Tuskegee Airmen, proved to be
an effective tool to help the students begin to learn
about the obstacles these men overcame, but it paled
in comparison to the personal contacts I made during
the summer.Ý The film was based on a true story, but
the characters were composites with fictitious names;
I had to find a way to make these individuals come
alive for the class.Ý When Col. Wofford sent us a
list of twenty-five men and women's names and phone
numbers, we were on our way. The one problem we faced,
however, was that none of the names on the list were
local folks. At least that's what I thought, anyway.
But the Colonel had done his homework. "Work
for the Iowa connection, young man," he exhorted
before we left Minneapolis.Ý I smiled and nodded,
even though I didn't really understand what he meant.
Until I got his letter.
Part 2: Making Historical Connections
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