I thought I was the teacher...but actually..
Brock and I met in my class room. I was teaching at Jersey State College. It was the class called: History of Black Journalism. Of course, he challenged me. But as a young professor, it was great to have someone ask all the questions about the history and to show off what I knew...or thought I knew. Pretty soon, I was showing him the ropes..so I thought. I took him with me to press conferences ( I was the editor of Unique NY a publication created by Vy Higgensen) and then we would spend hours at a bar discussing the music, the writing about the music and the interview. And then pretty soon, of course, he was writing the articles that were getting published and our conversations began to expand to what was editing, what was context and how do you tell the story so it is clear and unbiased.
Though we married and then divorced...we talked at least a few times a year...about writing, context of writing and what it all meant. I miss him..... a lot.