Jewish World Review July 12, 2002 /3 Menachem-Av 5762
It would be a fitting tribute to a war hero and a reminder of the valuable lessons that he has left us about living.
Whether sitting for an interview or riding in a Jeep, Davis seemed even to sit at attention-chin up, chest out, shoulders back-the very embodiment of discipline until his final years.
Such memories came rushing back to me when I heard that Gen. Davis had died at age 89 of Alzheimer's disease at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington on the Fourth of July.
He could hardly have left us on a more appropriate date. Davis called it a "privilege" to be an American, even when some Americans did not feel privileged to have him.
At West Point, Davis was "silenced" for all of his four years because he was black. That meant none of his fellow cadets would speak a word to him except in the line of duty. No black cadet since the 1800s had made it all the way through. But Davis did. He felt like "a prisoner in solitary confinement," he would later write. Yet, he persevered. In 1936, he graduated 35th in a class of 276 students.
"I was always a pretty stubborn kid," Davis told me in an interview in 1991 after his autobiography came out. His silver-gray mustache curled up into a wry half-smile.
I asked him if any of his classmates had ever apologized. "Oh, yes," Davis said. His voice was still deep and clear. "They all have."
We were sitting in the Air and Space Museum. Behind us were P-47 Thunderbolts and P-51 Mustangs, speedy propeller-driven fighter planes like those Davis flew during World War II as commander of the "Tuskegee Airmen." Named for the Alabama base where they trained, they were the only black flying units in America's segregated military.
Davis showed not an ounce of bitterness or resentment for the extra burdens his African ancestry had brought him.
I later discovered that he had revisited West Point in the late 1980s and seen a new photo exhibit of outstanding cadets. The Class of 1936 was represented by just two graduates: Gen. William C. Westmoreland, commander of American forces in Vietnam and a former superintendent at West Point, and Gen. Davis.
Living well is the best revenge, someone once said. Outlasting your tormenters is not bad, either.
Davis' sense of honor, duty, patriotism and discipline came early. His father, Benjamin O. Davis Sr., an officer in a black cavalry unit when the younger Davis was born, later became the Army's first black general. In 1954, the younger Davis became the first black general in the Air Force.
But, first, he and his men had to shatter some racial myths. In 1941, many of the top brass in the War Department resisted pressures from the Roosevelt Administration, which was itself pressured by civil rights leaders, to create a black flying unit. They insisted that blacks lacked the mental and physical abilities for combat aviation. Blacks mostly were relegated to menial chores in the military. In a reverse of Yossarian, the flyer in Joseph Heller's "Catch 22" who could not get out of combat, black flyers kept running up against barriers to keep them from getting into combat.
So, when they finally had their opportunity to fly for their country in Europe against the German Luftwaffe, a lot was riding on their wings. Under Davis' command, the 332nd Fighter Group compiled an outstanding record. They shot down 111 enemy planes and destroyed or damaged 273 on the ground while losing more than 70 of their own pilots who were killed in action or missing.
Their proudest achievement: Not one of the bombers they protected on escort missions was lost to an enemy fighter.
That performance record was very important to the young American men in those bombers. "We would watch them as they dispersed the enemy with their superior skills," a former navigator on a B-24 bomber over Italy recalls in Stephen Ambrose's World War II book "The Wild Blue." "They never let the Germans get close enough for our gunners to fire at the enemy."
When he and his fellow bomber crewmen happened to meet some black pilots later on the ground, the grateful navigator recalled, "The drinks were on us."
Let the record show that bigotry often fell away at high altitude over enemy territory. Davis left the Air Force as a lieutenant general, wearing three stars, the senior black officer in the armed forces. In 1998, President Bill Clinton awarded Gen. Davis his fourth star, advancing him to full general.
Among the two dozen or so "Red Tails," as the black flyers were called because of their planes' distinctive markings, whom I have interviewed over the years, all spoke admiringly of Davis, even when they made fun of his stiff, no-nonsense military manner. He paid his dues, I was told repeatedly, and he came through with his head held high in ways that helped his men to get through, too.
By embracing America, even when some of its people abused him, Davis strengthened the resolve of his men in ways every military commander must. "The privileges of being an American belong to those brave enough to fight for them," Davis used to tell his troops. Something about his bearing had a way of making you believe what he said. Maybe it was that West Point manner.
His battle against racism at home continued long after the battle against Nazism abroad ended, Davis used to say. His fight is now done. For the rest of us, the fight goes on.
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