Slain journalist Chauncey Bailey was a controversial figure in his hometown of Oakland, Ca., challenging people on his television show and in both the mainstream and ethnic press. This series of videos explores Bailey’s life through archival footage and recent interviews with his friends and colleagues.
I met Mr Bailey, whe I was a junior in high school here in Detroit. He was my mentor and my first real crush! He was so passionate and excited about jornalism,he inspired me to write and be the best at anything I set out to do. I had spoken to him in June of 2007, and to my surprise he remembered me, and that made me feel so important. He had just gotten his position as the editor-in-chief of the Oakland press. Miss him dearly
I was sitting in my room reminicing about growing up in Hayward and started googling people from my past. When I typed in Chauncy’s name, I was shocked and saddend. I knew him at the at of 13 as “Skippy” – that’s what we used to call him. I only lived in Hayward and went to Hayward High for a short period of time, but I had become friends with him and Lorelie who lived on the same cul-de-sac as I did. I’ve always told my husband that living in Hayward was the best time of my teenage life. It was because of friends like Skippy and Lorelie. It’s wonderful only to know that he did well in his life and tried to make a difference. My condolences goes out to his family and I pray that God will give them the peace they need to carry on in knowing he left a beautiful legacy.
I met Mr Bailey, whe I was a junior in high school here in Detroit. He was my mentor and my first real crush! He was so passionate and excited about jornalism,he inspired me to write and be the best at anything I set out to do. I had spoken to him in June of 2007, and to my surprise he remembered me, and that made me feel so important. He had just gotten his position as the editor-in-chief of the Oakland press. Miss him dearly
I was sitting in my room reminicing about growing up in Hayward and started googling people from my past. When I typed in Chauncy’s name, I was shocked and saddend. I knew him at the at of 13 as “Skippy” – that’s what we used to call him. I only lived in Hayward and went to Hayward High for a short period of time, but I had become friends with him and Lorelie who lived on the same cul-de-sac as I did. I’ve always told my husband that living in Hayward was the best time of my teenage life. It was because of friends like Skippy and Lorelie. It’s wonderful only to know that he did well in his life and tried to make a difference. My condolences goes out to his family and I pray that God will give them the peace they need to carry on in knowing he left a beautiful legacy.