With Black History Month coming up, it’s only natural to toss Coleman an extra salute. She was a rare bird.
Born in tiny Atlanta, Texas (“Gateway to the Piney Woods”), she moved to Chicago and got interested in flying after hearing her brothers talk about it after World War I. In those days, nobody in Chicago, and possibly nobody in America, would teach a black woman to fly. So Coleman went to night school, took a few months of basic French, and then made her way to Paris for flying lessons.
She got her pilot’s license from the Federation Aeronautique International on 15 June 1921. That made her the world’s first licensed black aviator, male or female.
“Brave Bessie” spent the next five years barnstorming across the United States, often performing in support of black causes, with plans to open a flight school of her own. Her death, on 30 April 1926, was as dramatic as her life:
Coleman had been in the air barely ten minutes and was at an altitude of 5,000 feet when she put the plane into a 110 mile-per-hour power dive. The plane suddenly flipped over, and Bessie, who had neither fastened her seat belt nor worn a parachute, was thrown from the plane and plunged to her death.
Whew. What a tale. Happy birthday, Ms. Coleman, wherever you are!
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