- Her birth mother, according to most sources, was a Dutch maid who died in childbirth. Her dad was West Indian. Bessie was born as Betsy Ellis in Kingston, Jamaica. They moved to Boston when she was young, and her birth dad gave her up for adoption at age five. ↩
- There are virtually no details on her foster parents, aside from them being Irish. In one interview, Bessie even said that she wasn’t allowed to use her foster mother’s name. ↩
- I do not want to put too fine a point on her “standing out” — that is more a convention of the story and her character than the role of her race in her childhood. According to her, she had a pretty decent childhood: “Back in those days in Boston nobody gave it a second thought that a white woman had a colored child. There wasn’t all the racial trouble there then.” ↩
- A devout Catholic who gave much credit for her ability to “The Man Upstairs,” Bessie claimed that Jesus had actually taught her how to drive in a dream: “One night in my sleep, I saw myself shifting gears and riding around the block. When I got out on the street, that’s just what I did!” ↩
- She’d replace the Indian Scout with a sixty-one Harley. ↩
- This was starting in 1925. The highway system wouldn’t be proposed until 1956. She only started doing longer distance rides around 1930, though. She did eight long distance solo rides between the 1930s and 1940s. In so doing, she became the first black woman to ride a motorcycle in everyone of the 48 contiguous United States, and made trips to Brazil, Haiti, and parts of Europe. ↩
- The green book there is the Negro Motorcyclist Green Book, a guide used by people of color to navigate the treacherous waters of American travel in the era of segregation. It first came out in 1936, and while this page depicts her travels starting in 1930 or so, I assume she probably used it — would not be surprised if she helped contribute to it. ↩
- One guy even gave her a free tank of gas, he was so impressed by her fortitude. Of the near-death experiences she had, she merely characterized it as “ups and downs.” ↩
- The trick portrayed at the top was called the Wall of Death, and was a pretty common thing to see back in those days. ↩
- The exact quote given in numerous sources was “N****r women are not allowed to ride motorcycles in Miami.” This was in 1932. ↩
- This was Captain Robert Jackson, whom Bessie would take to calling Captain Jack. She gave different accounts of the tricks he asked her to perform – everything from figure eights to hopping off her moving bike, catching it, and remounting it. ↩
- Two of her children died in childbirth, and the third died at four years old, causes unknown. They were all with her first husband. ↩
- The identity of her husbands isn’t available in any sources. I know she taught two to ride, and at least one was in the military (she’d ride from base to base to visit him). Her third husband’s surname was Stringfield, and he told her to keep it, as he was sure she’d become famous. ↩
- Some sources quote her as saying only got legitimately married five times — while others say she got married six times. My guess is that one, she counted as less than legitimate. She seemed to brush off the idea that she’d been married a ton, saying of the era, “If you kissed, you got married.” ↩
- The interviewer in question was Miami Herald reporter Bea Hines. Yes, that art is based on her appearance in the 80s – the article ran in 1981. I do as much research as I can. ↩
- This was in the 1950s, after she’d put down stunt riding and become a cook, then a nurse. The gang who gave her trouble was the Outlaws Motorcycle Gang, who rode straight up to her door. When asked why they hadn’t been invited, she said, “Because you don’t belong to the Motorcycle Association of America.” Of their reaction, she said, “It didn’t set too well with them, but they didn’t harm me.” ↩
- She also had her first and only accident at age 64 in 1975. She hurt her arm and couldn’t use it for four years. ↩
Whoof, couple of things to cover here! I guess first up I’ll cover the things I wish I’d been able to fit in but didn’t find room for:
- She had two poodles named Sabu and Rodney, and she’d often ride around with one on each knee.
- She was the first black woman to ride motorcycle in every one of the lower 48 states, and made motorcycle trips to Brazil, Haiti, and parts of Europe. One source claimed she made a trip to Europe every year from 1953 on.
- She was pretty intensely Catholic, and repeatedly credited The Man Upstairs with her success.
As for the artwork, starting with the poster image:
- I wanted to portray her sleeping on her bike, as that visual stood out to me most about her story. The racist sign in the background is something I wrestled with — I wanted an oppositional force in the image that she was in some way overcoming. So while the gas station is looming over her, it’s obscured in darkness, sandwiched between the lighter values of her and the night sky. The sky here represents some of her faith, as she’s looking to The Man Upstairs, who’s obliquely looking over her.
- I redrew her face 2 or 3 times to get the proper expression. I wanted her to recognize the racist situation she was in, while also triumphing over it. While I felt that would be evident with the context of the text in the comic, this image had to stand alone — it’d be the thumbnail image for any link to this entry, and many people on the Internet don’t click through and read the whole thing.
Of the comic itself:
- The whole thing rests, for me, on that quote at the end – it sums up who she is and what she was looking for, and her life’s journey.
- That said, I honestly want to go back and rewrite it a bit, as I feel the wording doesn’t have the impact it should.
- I also want to add in some backgrounds here and there. It feels a bit cramped and rushed to me. I’ve been exhausted from a month of nonstop 14-16 hour work days, and I sadly can’t budget any more time to this entry. So this is where it is for now, and I need to get back to working on book two. Hopefully I can come back to it later. Art: never finished, only abandoned.
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