“They Fight” Earns Pierce Key to the City at Premiere

By Dion M. Harris

Hometown stage and screen star Wendell Pierce earned a key to the city Saturday night from New Orleans Mayor Helena Moreno before the local premiere of his latest film, “They Fight.”

Actor Wendell Pierce, Mayor Helena Moreno and New Orleans Film Society Executive Director Dodd Loomis share the stage before the Aug. 22 premiere screening of Pierce’s latest film. Moreno presented Pierce with a key to the city and a proclamation.

The free screening, held at the Orpheum Theater, was presented by the New Orleans Film Society and Andscape, a black-led sports-culture platform under ESPN, which produced the film. The reservation-only event was part of the Orpheum’s Summer Movie Series and also the Film Society’s NOFS/365 programming.

“They Fight” tells the story of Walt, a newly released convict looking to right the wrongs of his past while gaining his footing in D.C. after a three-year bid in prison. Pierce co-stars as Slim, the sage community center manager who offers Walt a place to sleep and an opportunity to put his storied boxing skills back into use. The two men subsequently coach Peanut and Quincey, two bright-eyed pre-teens, in a delightful coming-of-age story about hard knocks, hope, self-confidence and resilience. It was filmed in Baltimore.

Director Sheldon Candis directed a 2018 documentary of the real-life Walter Manigan’s work at Lyfe Style, his D.C. boxing gym. Manigan died three weeks before his 54th birthday in July 2022. “They Fight” is now streaming on several internet platforms.

“I made this movie for us,” Candis said two weeks ago at the Martha’s Vineyard African-American Film Fest. “At the end of the day, this is a serious movie. But the movie doesn’t take itself too seriously, and I think that’s a great way to be in life.”

© Be Right Books, 2026

A Good Editor Is A Writer’s Best Friend

Dion M. Harris

 Grammar, spelling, clarity and punctuation are what I edit for. Chronology, a sub-group of clarity, and style also play an essential role in my fix-it work.

In a writer’s quest to think it up, get it down and finish it up, sometimes these fundamental elements of writing can fall by the wayside. This is where I – and my red pen – step in. My job is to massage, stroke and trim clients’ original documents into work ready for consumption by the masses. My job is to make you look awesome. Get your point across. And ultimately, get you in to whatever venue you seek access to.

Good editing, like good writing, takes time, effort and practice. As a service offering, it also costs more than good, original writing. As your editor, I enter your document to fix all it’s flaws. Much like a hairstylist does to the over-processed hair of the humiliated client or a general contractor does for the mucked-up labor of the unschooled/unlicensed amateur who gave you that cut-rate deal: It costs more to come in and clean up someone else’s mess than it costs to do the job properly the first time.

Here are some questions to consider before you hire an editor:

1. How much time did you spend writing?

If you spent 10 total hours writing a five-page paper, understand that it will take an editor at least one-quarter to one-third that time to read and understand your work and your writing style, overcome your writing’s shortcomings, then find and insert text that makes what you’ve presented radically better.

2. What is your level of writing skill?

If you’re writing at a ninth- or tenth-grade level, clearly it’s going to take longer to whip your work into shape than it does a professional writer with an erratic tendency to drop possessives. Or a graduate-level writer who simply needs his text polished up with a few stylistic flourishes. An editor has to get inside your head and finish off your thoughts. If you give me an assortment of sentence fragments to work with, I have more work to do.

3. Is this a rush project?

Jumping to the head of the priorities line will cost you. Be prepared to pay an expedited service fee of 15 percent or more for the luxury. And remember the saying: “Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency for me.”

4. Is there a maximum point at which I should stop working and/or advise on hours?

When you hire me to do a job, my job is to complete the job fastidiously, as is my way. I’m not thinking about your pocketbook issues. I want you to be completely and totally enamored with my work. Please let me know before we sign a contract if money is an issue. I should have already given you an idea of how much time your project will take and how much it will cost. Otherwise, I risk not getting paid and losing a client. I am not in business to do either of those things. I want you to be overwhelmingly happy with the finished project, employ my services repeatedly and even make referrals.

©2016,Dion M. Harris/Be Right Books

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A Prayer For Increase

Dion M. Harris

May you have more in the new calendar year.
More comfort, more joy, more profits.
More insights, more awareness, more teachable moments.
I wish you more love, more understanding, more hope and more dreams.
Greater opportunity. More creativity. Better relations. Radiant, good health.
Additional peace, added pleasure and fresh plans for a new dawn.

May you take more action.
May you be a blessing.
May you know profoundly how much you do matter.
Might you make a difference, placing your unique stamp on history.
I wish you adventure and exploration.
May you know good fortune and share it with others.
May you become better at what you love most.

But mostly,
I wish you all more living
lovingkindness
and learning
about yourself, others and the world.
To grow,
to blossom
and to awe.

Will you inspire greatness
seek righteousness
tell the truth.
Be good.
Be loyal.
Be your best.

I wish you more
than you’ve ever dreamed possible.
Now,
more than ever before.

©2016,Dion M. Harris/Be Right Books
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WRITING IS WORK

Dion M. Harris

When was the last time you wrote a letter? Initiated formal business correspondence? How long has it really been since you received a handwritten piece of mail in your mailbox?

Any way you slice it, it’s common knowledge that writing is work. That’s why so few ever exercise – or heed – the urge. Instead, text messaging and telephone calling are the quick and easy methods an overwhelming majority now uses to keep in touch today.

This reality isn’t necessarily paying off for writers, though. Because as fewer people write, even fewer claim to have time for leisure reading. Pausing for the cause to read mail from your loved ones is one thing. Among those who pen articles, prose and the like for a living, however, it’s a tough business. Americans, in particular, are otherwise engaged doing everything else.

Knowledge and craft be damned.

I recently won a lawsuit against a client who used my services for more than a month, then ignored my invoice for five weeks. My professional rate had of course been established upfront, before any work had commenced. However, and to my horror, this business tried negotiating out of our deal by telling me what it thought my work was worth.

Good grief! This was the most offensive part of it all. Aside from the fact that my work was still posted at the business’ website the day its attorneys hauled me into court for a hearing…

Good writing is much more than stringing a series of words together. Good writing illuminates and informs. It has rhythm. It opens up a discussion, answers your most pertinent questions and doesn’t waste space making – or proving – its point. Good writing is fun to read. It demands time and concentration to create.

If you’re thinking about hiring a professional writer to sell your business, create valuable content for your website, edit work someone else made a mess of or execute a business plan to fund your next venture, do remember how integral explaining your idea and creating a visual picture for the banker, venture capitalist or consumer-reader is to reaching your goals.

Then pay the writer promptly and accordingly.

©2015,Dion M. Harris/Be Right Books
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Use “Its” – Not “They’re” – For Clarity, Correctness

I learned quite a bit about English while studying French and Spanish. Chief among those lessons was using and conjugating the third-person singular and plural: he/she/it and they.

Lost somewhere inside the plugged in, sound-bite driven, instant communication years has been usage of the third person singular “it.” For the sake of – and in service to – a literate, comprehensible and crystal clear republic of citizens, please lend me your ears/eyes/mind.

“It” is a person, place or thing. It can be named or unnamed. Animate or inanimate. Previously mentioned or about to be mentioned. In common usage, “they” is frequently used when “it” is more grammatically correct.

For example, the Houston Chronicle editorial board, the U.S. Supreme Court, Congress, the team, the company and the government are all “it”s. As in, “it made a decision,” “it acted courageously,” “it faltered this season” and “its stock is rising.” In the common parlance, on television, call-in radio and especially on social media, “they” is overwhelmingly and erroneously used in place of “it.” This is a personal pet peeve of mine.

Why? Because it sounds bad. It’s unclear. And it is confusing. But primarily, it’s a colloquial pet peeve because it is incredibly incorrect. It also makes the speaker look dumb.

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Lone Star State of Mind

Dion M. Harris

Vast. Surprisingly diverse. Hellaciously hot. Tons of shopping!

These are my initial thoughts, impressions and ruminations on Texas, where I recently set up house. While trying for a year to get to Oregon. Fantastically: Love interceded. And here I am, a Bayou born-and-raised, granola-eating mountain gal. Slightly off-kilter at the grueling commutes, but pleased as pie to be here and fitting in just fine.

I never imagined I’d ever live in Texas. Texas was always that place that took up a full day’s worth of driving to and from The Rockies. Texas was the home of cowboys, oil barons and three-strikes-you’re-out justice. A business writer, I also knew it as one of the handful of states in the Union without a state income tax.

Unlike many of my Crescent City brethren and sistren, though, Houston was never a place that I visited, shopped or evacuated to. It was just clean off of my radar. Until I met L, at a wedding, in February.

The term whirlwind might not do the courtship justice, but here I am today, mostly situated and writing in Texas: happy, loved and provided for. Attempting another foray into the corporate world after a long, entrepreneurial absence.

Opportunity exists in Houston. According to Wikipedia, 57 Fortune 500 companies were headquartered throughout the state in 2010. (Texas shared top honors only with California.)

With more than 2.2 million inhabitants, Houston is the largest city in Texas and the fourth-largest city in the nation. Houston is ground-zero for the oil and gas industry, confirmed personally by me last weekend with a jaw-dropping glance at the roster of airlines operating out of George Bush International Airport. Many of the airlines are from the Middle East. Incidentally, Texas is the world’s second-largest oil producer. Second only to Saudi Arabia.

I see Houston, Texas, with new eyes. “Don’t Mess With Texas” has taken on a whole other resonance for this Creole queen.

Texas is not only open for business; Texas means business. It gets things done. Government works. People work and prosper. Companies are good corporate citizens. The quality of life is high here. The pace of life is fast. Corporate-based. Considered.

Houston is a booming metropolis. I’m playing catch-up.

©2014,Dion M. Harris/Be Right Books

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Stop! Reassess. Back Up!

Dion M. Harris

Keep your hands to yourself.

And your arms and lips, too. Unless, of course, an invitation has been extended. Or permission obviously granted.

It sounds so strict, so buttoned-up and joyless to have to have this conversation, but it has finally sunk into my consciousness that men folk want to touch me. And think it’s okay to just grab me! And other women, too. This is not okay. It is not enjoyable and never encouraged. Furthermore, such boorish behavior is an insidious encroachment, clearly demonstrating a perpetrator’s flouting all basic boundary lines: Our bodies are our own.

Here in southeast Louisiana, we enjoy a culture of hugging and kissing, much like our French, Italian, Spanish and Mediterranean compatriots. But in my large, Creole family, we’ve always reserved such intimacies for family and close friends. Going around hugging and kissing strangers is unthinkable; having strangers hugging and kissing us is repugnant, no matter how well-intended the gesture.

We don’t know where you’ve been, who you’ve been with – or what you might have.

I’ve noticed this blurring of the lines between acceptable and unacceptable affections spreading in recent years. Fifty years ago, respectful – and respectable – men wouldn’t even expect to shake a strange woman’s gloved hand, for fear of offending her moral sensibilities – or sullying his good name. But today, after Free Love and always-accessible pornography, men, in general, have become much more grabby. And insistent. Usually under the guise of beneficence. This is the most offensive thing about these profligate assaults on personhood: they’re deployed to manipulate and deceive. These controlling, sometimes violent-fueled, behaviors must stop.

Our bodies are our own, and I am under no obligation to share my body, in any way, with you. Whoever you are.

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Driving Change

by Dion M. Harris

When my daddy was laid off after 20 years of service to the shipyard as a welder, he got his groove back in the New Orleans taxicab industry, where he’d been a bit player since I was five. His part-time, side hustle was now a full-time enterprise. Daddy was a 41-year-old divorcé and single parent. In two years, he’d have to put a daughter through university.

By 1996, in less than 10 years, he was a self-made man, with certificates of public necessity and convenience (taxicab operating licenses, known as CPNCs), real estate and a newly-incorporated taxicab leasing business, its name an acronym of his and his daughters’ names, named for his deceased mother.

Today, such success in the local taxicab industry is less than assured. Even with the requisite hustle, sweat equity, street smarts and financial prudence required of successful entrepreneurs. In fact, it has become more and more difficult in recent years to earn an above-average living wage in the New Orleans taxicab industry – despite the record numbers of tourists and conventioneers who visit the city every year.

Strict new City Hall standards concerning seven-year-old maximum-age operating vehicles; extremely restricted inspection station hours; centralized credit card processing through a single vendor – with fees double what the independent workforce had previously negotiated on their own; pricey security and camera equipment mandates; accelerated competition from Airport Shuttle, gigantic tour buses and the nuisance  pedicabs; harassment; and now-video-documented brutality by Taxicab Bureau inspectors – as its newest director, currently on administrative leave, stood by and watched in one now-infamous case involving a female tour guide in November – have many longtime drivers frustrated, disgusted and generally disgruntled.

I know many taxicab drivers, men and women, who’ve worked the streets of New Orleans anywhere from 10 to 35 years. It’s always been a way for a working-class fella – or a degreed professional who can’t find suitable work in her field – to earn a decent living, generally speaking, on her own terms. These mounting and multi-directional attacks from every conceivable direction necessitated local taxicab drivers finally create a union last summer. The purpose of American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees Local 234 is to give voice to the formerly voiceless “baddest and bravest workers in New Orleans,” in the words of national President Lee Saunders last month at a union meeting in Metairie.

Cab Drivers For Justice, as the union is alternately known, is harnessing the power of its 1.6 million AFSCME members to put “heat” on the institutions that have forgotten how to play fair with law-abiding citizens who actually work for a living. Quoting recently-deceased South African President and freedom fighter Nelson Mandela, Saunders defined the philosophy of unions and labor/community organization: Fingers alone are unable to ward off attacks and blows. It is the fist – collective individuals, bound together – which has the power to defend and successfully fight back.

“When you join together and when you fight together, we can win,” Saunders said. He called for “activism, militancy, involvement and speaking out.” He instructed 300-odd union members on a clear autumn day to define their priorities, then turn them into demands on the powers that be.

Saunders surmised that Mayor Mitch Landrieu’s intent is to transform the New Orleans taxicab industry into the standard operating procedure which exists in New York and other U.S. cities: three-shift drivers beholden to taxicab conglomerates. New Orleans, conversely, is a federation of some 1,400 independent contractors.

“They want to hurt us because we stand in their way. If you work hard and you play by the rules, you can have a better life. Unions, and AFSCME, are all about pulling someone else up out of the hole,” Saunders said. “If they think you are voiceless, they will take advantage of you. But if they know you have power and community, they will listen.”

Delores Montgomery, newly-elected president of Local 234, reminded her predominantly-male membership that they were “born with two balls” – and challenged them to use them in the fight for their independence, respect and livelihoods.

©2013,Dion M. Harris/Be Right Books

Work

Work
Dion M. Harris

There is honor in work.

Work feeds the body, mind, soul and wallet. Is there anything more pleasing than enjoying our toys after a good day’s work? Honestly, I bet it is one reason we even bother getting out of bed in the morning: to afford our lifestyle.

Still, well into the second decade of the 21st Century, too many of us find ourselves stuck in mind-numbing jobs that we don’t enjoy. Working where we aren’t appreciated. Where our talents are under-compensated. Where we labor in poverty, merely going through the motions of earning a living.

I took notice last year when Wal-Mart workers walked out on Black Friday and again earlier this year when fast food workers went on strike for better pay. I listened with interest and in horror as low-wage workers talked about stagnant wages, erratic work schedules, retaliatory diminishment of scheduled work hours and living homeless while holding down full-time jobs. Oftentimes, two or three part-time jobs are chiseled together these days to make one full-time paycheck in the growing service sector ranks. This is corporate America’s dirty little secret, as profits mount and poverty spreads.

It’s not supposed to happen in the United States of America. In the land of the free and the home of the brave. Especially not in 2013.

Open your eyes.

Despite the Dow’s three 1,000-point milestones this year, The Great Recession hasn’t let up for many of us, especially in the African-American and Latino communities. For much of this year, economists and scholars have painted a rather bleak picture of economic progress for black people, in particular:

  • continuing double-digit unemployment (13.8 percent vs. 7 percent for whites; 7.9 percent overall);
  • growing rolls of those living below the poverty line (27.6 percent in 2011, the most recent data available – and two years into the so-called Recovery vs. a national average of 15 percent for all races.) You should know that in 2000, African-Americans enjoyed record low employment: 22.5 percent. Comparatively, in 1963, the year of the historic March on Washington, 42 percent of black Americans lived below the poverty line;
  • a persistent 20:1 wealth gap, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics and information released by the African American Economic Summit at Howard University in February.

Societies become much less stable when so many live in misery. I don’t have all the answers, but I am a very strong proponent of early-childhood education/socialization, educational choice, equal funding of school districts, rigorous national standards, arts instruction, recess, mandatory parental involvement, financial literacy and entrepreneurship. America cannot win when so many are being left behind. It’s foolish and wasteful not to utilize all that we have.

I encourage all unemployed and underemployed people to start a business. Any kind of business, instead of wasting time all day sending out résumés and scouring the want ads for work. Most of us will never get rich working for someone else, and we’re oftentimes  miserable working the standard-issue job. Few large employers will ever hold our life, liberty and pursuit of happiness in the esteem with which we do. We can no longer afford to expect them to.

©Dion M. Harris/Be Right Books
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