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By Malcolm Allen

This book was written to summarize a life filled with undeserved happiness. The opportunities and the doors that were opened to me which I write about still amaze me and will help others to see the bright side of things and that good things can happen to them too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669822301

Malcolm Allen

MALCOLM ALLEN, better known as "Dataholic," is a prominent ethical hacker-turned-cybersecurity architect. He is a Forbes Business Council Member and CEO of Graduate America, Liquidity, and STEMX.com. Malcolm grew up in one of America’s poorest towns. While still a teenager he enlisted in the Navy, where he learned STEM skills that have served him throughout war, peace, and a career in business and social activism. Malcolm’s experience compels him to show readers what STEM is, how it works in the classroom, workplace, and home, and why it works better with diversity. Malcolm shares his own story, along with the history of pioneers in STEM diversity, to show how all People of Color can gain inclusion, access, and equity in STEM training and STEM Work. As Malcolm demystifies STEM subjects, he also uncovers STEM’s incredible potential to help all the world’s people step into a better, brighter future.

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CONTENTS

PROCTOLOGY

Day One

Impress Me

Learning the Routine

John We Leikim

Patty

Dan and the Plant

Jacksonville

Rod

Jim G.

Opportunities

Affirmative Reaction

A woman’s Place

A Real Jewel

Leo

Glass Blowing

Ron J.

Golfin

Bob Mac

Marty

Jim Baskerville

Dr. Cherney

Breakroom

John W.

Georgie Porgie

Black Engineers

Gary and Mike

Barry

Cooking

The Monster Pick a Nick

Change of Heart

Yard Sale

Jehovah’s Name is Powerful

Following the Ever Moving Chariot

Strange Neighbor

You’d Never Know It

How I arrived at this Juncture in My Life

A Pie

Listen to Jehovah

Passing Life

Working the Work Territory

The Bueschers

New Direction

Smokin

Are Your are Kidding?

Bro Anthony Yjunkins

The Bus To London, Ohio

Apprentice

The Last Smoke

Productive Pioneering

Jehovah Always keeps His Word

Jehovah’s Witness From Taft High School

The Curcuit Overseers of Curcuit 9 Ohio

She Pulled a Johnson on Us

Working With The Pioneers

The Road to Grand Rapids

St. Micheals Street

Kingdom Halls

Miracle Worker

The Rooming Work

MY LIFE

The West End of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s

How The Lindsay’s came to Cincinnati

The Eleven Hundred Block of Dayton St.

My Boys

Hot Summer Nights

Awakening

Al Jareau

Zoo Day

Anniversay

My Uncle Ike

First Impressions

The Day My Mother Died

The Day My Daddy Died

Living As A Octoroon in the Last Days.

Depends On How You Look at It

Young Boy

DILLY DALLY

Trip to the Farm

Pats Tree

Children of George Allen and Maggie Weems

Hawk Time!

Dancing With My Momma

The History of Lucille Chapel or Chappell

How the Allen’s came to Cincinnati

My Life

The Eleven Hundred Block of Dayton St.

Pals

The Greatest

Woodpile

The Kentucky Fan

The Greatest Entrepreneur I Ever Met

How the Lindsay’s came to Cincinnati

How the Allen’s came to Cincinnati

Hardware

Scars

Puppy Love

Ladies of Laurel

Miss Laurel Homes

This the Season

The wars of the Tribes of Adam

Pigs

Books and Reading

Feelings

Don’t Fold Your Hands

Depression

Laying Hen

Where There Is Smoke there is Fire

PROCTOLOGY

Day One

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Dr Herman Weiser,who had interviewed me and selected me, walked me around the laboratory introducing me to my new co-workers. There were the two Bills, both burr haircut conservatives from the West Side of town.There was Lucy from the same cut that lived in Mason, Ohio. I later came to find out that she had said, Why do they have to put him in here? The last one was Clifford who became my good friend and the one who would warn me if anything was under-handed. Cliff, it turns out had gone to Hughes High School with my younger brother and played baseball with him. He was use to us.In fact, I started off on the wrong foot because I told Cliff how much money I had started for and he complained and got a raise. Dr Weiser came to me and said we don’t tell how much we make around here I found this to be true, especially if you were a negro. I passed mustercause I was different and you seem so nicel.

There were seven of us that had been hired on the same day in 1966. We were dispersed among the work force in the technical center along with the other five already there working as a lab technician. We sort of felt like fish in a fishbowl because we stood out because there were only 16 of us scattered among so many hundreds of workers.

Then there was Clifford. We became good friends along with David Casper, Howard Tucker and Perry Morgan. They shared their knowledge with me which was really a big help. We played

Golf together up in Mt Healthy when ever a course in 1968, 1969

Cincinnati would let three white guys and a black guy in

to play . Sometimes they wouldn’t and my buddies would be so embarrassed for me.

They hired seven of us on the same day. The day I started at Proctor and Gamble was a new experience for me. I had to learn the routine and the P&G way

Dr. Herman Weiser had been the person that interviewed me and had accepted me in the service lab that ran all the chemical analysis for the different groups in the annex of the Ivorydale Technical center. He introduced me to everyone.There was Lucy Benner a middle aged lady who had been there so long she sort of assumed command of her portion of the lab. There was Bob who suffered with bouts of depression and when it would come upon him he would talk incesssantly about Roosevelt and his new deal.There was Bob who ran the gas Chromatograph who tried to be pleasant but I knew from his burr haircut and his demeanor I was not his kind of people.

Then there was Clifford who was a couple of years younger than I was but who turned out to be my mentor of sorts. It was Clifford who explained the real deal to me about the lab. He told me they had all been briefed that Howard Morgan’s and the company were going to invest time, effort money into the Affirmative Action program. This was 1966. Lucy had asked why does he have to come in here? Clifford had gone to school with my brother who they called "

Smooth. So he was use to blacks and he and I became friends and he would warn me if someone was trying to snowball" me I had been told originally that they all were Engineers and I should do whatever they said, but Clifford schooled me, that they all were technicians just like me.

The first big mistake I made was to tell Clifford how much made. I was making more than he was and he was my trainer, He went right into Dr. Weiser office and complained. I was called on the carpet about telling him how much I made. That was a No! No! I paid for that mistake because my 90 day raise was 1 dollar from $101 a week to $ 102 per week. I learned over the years that the easiest way to upset a white co-worker was to tell him you made more money than he did even if it weren’t true he would have a heart attack.

Clifford and I became good friends along with Dave Casper who had gone to Woodward, Howard .Tucker who had gone to Withrow and Perry Morgan. They taught me the ropes and warned me when someone was trying to trick me or something. They shared their knowledge with me and I learned how to be pretty proficient thanks to them.

We played 3par golf after work up in Mt. Healhy, that is when they would let 3 white guys and a black guy come in and play. Sometimes they wouldn’t let us in using some lie to keep us out.

Impress Me

What sold me on the job at P&G? It wasn’t my cousin zgranville telling me to take the job. It wasn’t the fact that I would get off every day at 4:30 and not have to work weekends Nope! It wasn’t the fact that they had a retirement plan that would make you a millionaire if you stayed 30 years. Nope! .it wasn’t the fact that my wife agree that I should take the job. Nope! It was something very simple. At the Post Office whenever you had to use the restroom, the long row of commodes were open with no doors. Everybody could see you do your business. But when I walked into the toilet at P&G not only did each stall have a door but in 1966 their toilets had seat covers. I said "I’m taking this job they got seat Covers!

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Learning the Routine

Technicians were expected to wear white pants purchased from the Annex store! They were expected to sit together and eat together. At 9am everyone to the cafeteria for Coffee. Techs sat with Techs. Engineers with Engineers. The same thing at 2pm..you went to the cafeteria for a break…techs with techs and engineers with engineers.

Technicians were looked upon as a pair of hands. Old school white Engineers who had black technicians working for them had a hard time adjusting, Bob B, who started a year before me asked his Supervisor for a raise. He was told Blacks don’t need no more money. They’ll just drink lt up on the weekend . Bob finally quit, went back to school and got an Engineering degree. He couldn’t take the insults and for the old guard to change.

Clifford taught me to run my analysis. I guess I learned my job too well, because Lucy began to complain that I was turning out results to fast and that people would begin expect results too fast. I could turn out work in 2 or 3 days that took her 2 weeks to get done.

Also she had a balance electronic scale that she used exclusively. But when she went on vacation Cliff and I would use it. The Friday before she returned Dr. Wieser would remind us that d She was returning and make sure her balance was clean and sparkly!

In 1968 the riots took off in Cincinnati and Lucy ran into the Lab one day and said Malcolm, what do they want? I said What does who want? She said .the rioters, what do they want?

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John We Leikim

In my 22 years off seeing a fresh crop of Engineers come out of college each year to join corporate America. It became pretty easy to look at them