knew Mike Davis. Everybody who was somebody
and anybody who was just somebody. Because Mike Davis did not care about
titles and vain power. He believed in securing, defending and protecting
human and civil rights. And everybody was welcomed to his table. As a
student at Morehouse College in Atlanta, Georgia and a member of the
Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC), he worked closely with Dr.
Martin Luther King, Jr., and was a leader of the student sit-in movement.
He was arrested many times in Atlanta's bus stations and department stores.
Ralph McGill, publisher of the Atlanta Constitution hired Davis as
the paper's first African American reporter. Ralph McGill became his mentor
and his friend. Davis went on to Vietnam as the Afro-American Newspapers
war correspondent. During the 18 months in Vietnam, he reported on combat
activities of black service people in the Afro's 13-state circulation area.
When he returned home he joined the
Baltimore Evening Sun Papers. He was
a staff member of the San Diego Union, where he covered Governor
Jerry Brown, the now-defunct Washington Star, and was an editor of
NBC television news in Washington, D.C. His work has been nominated for a
Pulitzer Prize, and he received several Front Page Awards from the American
Newspaper Guild. The NAACP gave him an award for his coverage of Vietnam.
Davis authored Black American Women in Olympic Track and Field. Michael
DeMond Davis died November 13, 2003. To learn more about the
Davis' abundant contributions to society, visit
He will be missed. Of course, he will be
missed, for we always miss the best and cherish the memory of those who
brought joy to our lives, hope to our shattered dreams, comfort to our
saddened souls and strength to our weaknesses in the mid of the night. Mike
Davis did all that when he was alive. And his memory will never fade away...
some people die, others never die, they just pass away to be
remembered...Mike Davis, the gentle giant just passed away... I wish I was
near his daughter Michelle, so I could hold her hands and whisper in her
ears: "Your daddy did not die. He is still here, he is still everywhere,
because he was bigger than life...and who dares to say that life ends when
the flame of noble souls like your father still glitters, shines and bursts
on the roads of humans and gods..."