A voice for R

As a very young man, I can remember listening to Hunter Hancock in my bedroom with my radio at a very low volume so that my parents would not catch me listening to this “disgraceful music.” Not only was Hunter 40-plus years ahead of his time, but he was also colorblind as well. I was astounded when I found out that this disc jockey was actually white. It took a great deal of courage for anyone, let alone a white man, to play rhythm and blues at a time when prejudice was at its zenith.

I can also vividly remember cruising with my friends late at night playing “Huntin’ With Hunter.” I am certain that many black and white men of my generation feel a profound loss of one of the most insightful and brave men to ever grace our airwaves.

Rest in peace, Hunter; you may leave us but you will never be forgotten.

Charles Jones

Calabasas