What I Know for Sure: My Story of Growing Up in America

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From the man who catapulted the Covenant with Black America to number one on the New York Times bestseller list comes a searing memoir of poverty, ambition, pain and atonment.

Tavis Smiley grew up in a family of thirteen in rural Indian, where money was scarce and the sight of other black faces even scarcer. Always an outsider because of his race, economic background, and Pentecostal religious beliefs, he was sustained by his family’s love. But one day his world was shattered ...

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Overview

From the man who catapulted the Covenant with Black America to number one on the New York Times bestseller list comes a searing memoir of poverty, ambition, pain and atonment.

Tavis Smiley grew up in a family of thirteen in rural Indian, where money was scarce and the sight of other black faces even scarcer. Always an outsider because of his race, economic background, and Pentecostal religious beliefs, he was sustained by his family’s love. But one day his world was shattered when his father brutally beat him, sending him to the hospital and then into foster care for a period of time. In What I Know for Sure, Smiley recounts how he overcame his painful history and became one of America’s most popular media figures.

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Like everyone else, we're suckers for a well-told rags-to-riches tale. And this memoir by popular media star, political commentator, and black activist Tavis Smiley is a lollapalooza. The driving force behind the ambitious, bestselling manifesto The Covenant for Black America, Smiley chronicles his remarkable journey from an impoverished childhood in the Midwest (in an extended family that at one point numbered 13 members) to fame and fortune as one of America's foremost advocates for black self-empowerment. Studded with inspiring anecdotes that emphasize the positive influence of family, church, and education, What I Know for Sure is highly recommended for the intriguing light it sheds on the man Time magazine has called one of America's 50 most promising young leaders.
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“Engaging and compelling. . . . A down-home tale of how one survives, learns and grows in a discordant world into something bigger and better.” —Los Angeles Times“A remarkable memoir about one of America’s most popular media figures.” —Ebony“Astounding.”—Philadelphia Inquirer “Revealing. . . . May surprise even those fans who have followed his career for years.” —Essence
Lawrence Downes
However Smiley’s story strikes you, as a tale of stellar achievement or a physics lesson in the buoyancy properties of limitless self-regard, he is without doubt a natural at what he does. Incessant talkers often reveal far more of themselves than they mean to, and silent readers of this book can fill in a lot of gaps. When you add up all the boasting, the relentlessly upbeat bromides, the breathless celebrity encounters and the earnest litany of injustices suffered and hurdles overcome, you get an entirely plausible, unwittingly honest portrait of a natural-born talk-show host, and how he got that way.
— The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
Talk show host, force behind The Covenant with Black America and entrepreneur, Smiley begins his life story in self-improvement and moves through self-empowerment into self-aggrandizement. After a Pentecostal upbringing in an Indiana trailer park in the early 1970s, he first tasted success in the "ultra white culture" of his high school, attended Indiana University and landed an internship with Los Angeles mayor Tom Bradley through sheer "chutzpah." After running for city council, he broke into radio, becoming "a household name in black America" and receiving "a compensation package for a half-million dollars, the biggest in BET history." But these vignettes serve merely as a platform for homilies and score settling that reach back to a college teacher, his controversial breaks with BET and later NPR. Following his mama's dictum to look for the " lesson and a blessing in everything we go through," Smiley learns from President Clinton that one "need not be intimidated by anyone, even when that person is the most powerful man in the world." Young adult readers may be reassured by the angst in Smiley's life before he hits the big time. The rest of his fans know what to expect including the plugs for Smiley enterprises at the end. (Oct. 10) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Host of his eponymous show on PBS, Smiley (Keeping the Faith: Stories of Love, Courage, Healing, and Hope from Black America) here collaborates with biographer Ritz (Divided Soul: The Life of Marvin Gaye) to bring his own exceptional life to the page. In concise, easy-to-read narratives, Smiley takes us through his coming of age in Sixties and Seventies Mississippi and Indiana. As a young boy, he lived in a cramped trailer with nine siblings, attended predominantly white schools and a strict Pentecostal church, and was beaten so badly by his father that he was removed and entered into foster care. But the overachieving Smiley turned these experiences into inspiration and became a champion orator. Smiley's verbal skills eventually took him through Indiana University, to a brief political career, and, finally, into television and radio. There are some fantastic stories here-of hearing Martin Luther King Jr.'s speeches for the first time on a phonograph, recovering from the infamously difficult BET interview with Def Jam Records founder Russell Simmons, and grappling with Fidel Castro over a photography book of Cuba-and though some are controversial, all are honest and poignant. Highly recommended for public and academic libraries.-Jennifer Johnston, San Bernardino P.L., CA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
PBS host Smiley (Hard Left, 1996) tells his rags-to-riches-or, more precisely, trailer-park-to-television-station-story. Born in Gulfport, Miss., in 1964, the author grew up in a large family that included first cousins who were more like siblings. He was attached to the church from his earliest days, attending prayer meetings, choir rehearsals, worship services and Bible classes. When papa Smiley, who served in the Air Force, was stationed in Indiana, the family headed north, cheerfully cramming into a trailer and adjusting to life in a predominately white town. The portrayal of his family is confusing. The clan is seemingly warm and snuggly, but suddenly, Smiley's father begins beating him, and the boy lands in foster care. The parents' marriage seems happy, with hubby garnering lavish praise for his loyal, family-man values-and then that's it: They divorce. As a youth, Smiley visited with a local councilman and saw the power of government to "come to people's aid." He admired and memorized the speeches of Martin Luther King Jr. During his years at Indiana University, he discovered African-American artists and musicians, particularly Richard Pryor and Prince. Smiley traces his evolution as an "advocate-maverick" and journalist, putting positive spins on such seeming setbacks as getting canned by Black Entertainment Television and getting caught on tape raving and cursing about National Public Radio. Though he affirms the American creed that people can overcome adverse circumstances through hard work, he argues forcefully that the government has a crucial role to play in making America a just and equitable society. Even readers who agree with him will be annoyed by his incessant use ofmotivational slogans on the order of "View yourself as a winner, and you become a winner."Alternately inspiring and anodyne.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385721721
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/8/2008
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 665,301
  • Product dimensions: 5.22 (w) x 7.95 (h) x 0.61 (d)

Meet the Author

Tavis Smiley
Tavis Smiley is the host of PBS's The Tavis Smiley Show. He also appears as a regular commentator on Tom Joyner's top-rated ABC radio show. He is the author of such bestsellers as Hard Left, Doing What's Right, How to Make Black America Better, and Keeping the Faith.David Ritz has written biographies of, among others, Ray Charles, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, and B. B. King. His latest book, Messengers: Portraits of African American Ministers, was published in 2006.
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Gulfport to Gotham

When I listen to Stevie Wonder's brilliant song about New York City, "Living for the City," my mind goes back to Mama. You'll remember that in the song, when the singing stops, a small drama begins: A Mississippi native takes the bus heading north, arriving in the midst of the great metropolis. Getting off the bus, he exclaims, "New York, just like I pictured it, skyscrapers and everything!"

I imagine my mother as that Mississippian.

When she took the bus from Gulfport, Mississippi, in 1964, I was with her, inside her womb.

That's where my story begins . . .

My mama, Joyce Marie Roberts, was stunningly beautiful. At eighteen, she exuded energy and confidence. But she also harbored a burdensome secret: she was pregnant. Her mother was a devout Christian who raised her and her brother and two sisters in the St. James Baptist Church of Gulfport, Mississippi, where the pastor preached fire and brimstone. Being pregnant was not part of the Baptist Church plan.

Mama had been a dutiful daughter, helping her mother, who worked six, sometimes seven days a week as a maid. Her daddy had a good job as a longshoreman. But my grandfather was known for drinking. As a result, Mama's family was always scuffling.

Mama shined in school. She was far more than just a green-eyed beauty; she was also a gifted athlete, excelling at basketball and track. Later, I heard stories about how she invigorated the pep squad with her tireless energy, and how she led the school band as they marched through downtown Gulfport during homecoming weekend. From all accounts, she loved life.

Mama was also a James Brown fanatic. When Brown came to Mississippi to perform, she perched herself in the front row, and as J.B. broke into his "mashed potato," slipping and sliding from one side of the stage to the other, Mama held on to his leg and wouldn't let go. Lord, Mama could party, and she loved to laugh. While still in high school, she fell in love with one of the school's star basketball players, a boy I'll call T.

After graduating from Thirty-third Avenue High School, she worked at the Gulfport Laundry and Gates Cleaners, helping her mother with household expenses. But Mama always had an adventuresome spirit, and an advertisement in the local paper caught her eye. An employment agency was seeking young women as sleep-in maids in private homes in New York City. Displaying her independent streak and her courage, Mama signed up with the agency, and caught a bus up to New York City. Unfortunately, she was only there briefly; an injury sustained in a car accident sent her back home only a few months later. Upon her return to Gulfport, she and T renewed their romance. The result was my conception.

Mama didn't want to stay in Gulfport and face the scandal her pregnancy would cause. She didn't want her mother to know her condition. So she went back to the agency that had originally sent her to New York and took a job up north on Long Island, working again as a maid. But she also knew she needed to find a man to marry, to make me legitimate. She met a man named Scott, a West Indian, who wanted to get married to stay in America. So out of convenience, Joyce married Scott, something I didn't learn until I was an adult.

Months later, she realized she had made a mistake. Homesick and lonely for her own mother, Mama decided to go back to Gulfport, alone, to have her baby.

Gotham to Gulfport

When the bus pulled into Gulfport, Mama saw her mother waiting. Mama was exhausted from the long journey, and she was plagued by doubt and shame. Seven months pregnant, she was as big as a barn. What would her mother say?

After embracing, her mother held her gaze, telling her, "I always knew the truth. Your daddy told me. He had heard it through your friends. Believe me, it doesn't matter. We love you and we're happy you're home. Jesus said that he didn't come to judge. Well, if he's not in the judging business, neither am I."

And with that, Mama wept in her mother's arms.

I was born on September 13, 1964, in Gulfport, a little over two weeks after the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, led by Fannie Lou Hamer, appeared on the floor of the Democratic National Convention in Atlantic City to challenge the state's all-white representation.

After my birth, Mama and I lived with her mother.

T, the eighteen-year-old boy who'd fathered me, came 'round to see Mama, hoping to repair their relationship. They had several dates and, to some degree, they continued to be attracted to each other. T accompanied Mama to the movies, to the candy store, even to the doctor when it was time for my checkup. T didn't know that Mama was already married. When he found out, accompanying my mother to see a lawyer about a divorce, he was floored. In the end, Mama went her way, and T went his.

In 1965, a year after I was born--the same year that Martin Luther King Jr. and his supporters walked down U.S. 80 from Selma, Alabama, to Montgomery--my Mama met Emory Garnell Smiley. The march took four days and changed the course of American history. My mother's introduction to Emory Smiley would change my family history.

Mama first met Garnell, the man I would know as my father, on a double date with a girlfriend. Garnell and the other man were in the air force, stationed in nearby Biloxi. That night, at the drive-in, Mama and Emory Garnell Smiley sat together in the backseat.

As the second movie began, the couple in front started to neck.

"Would you like to walk to the refreshment stand?" Smiley asked, noticing Mama's discomfort.

"Yes," Mama replied gratefully.

After buying Mama a candy bar, he led her to a bench behind the last row of cars.

"We could just sit here and talk," he suggested.

"How long have you been in the air force?" asked Mama.

"Not long."

"You come from around here?"

"No, from Georgia. Little town called Midway."

"So, your daddy in the armed services too?"

"No, Daddy's a truck driver for a pulp mill. Worked there his whole life."

"You've lived there your whole life?"

"Yep, until I went to New York."

"You lived in New York City?"

"Sure did."

"Me, too," said Mama. "Been there twice."

"I wasn't too crazy about New York," admitted Garnell.

"Me either. What made you go up there?"

"Oh, I don't know. You hear about the big city and you think you better see it. You think you're missing something."

"That's how I felt," said Mama.

"I worked at a hospital in Brooklyn as an orderly. I was looking for some formal training that would get me a better job, but they weren't interested in training. So I joined the air force. Right now I'm training to repair planes. What were you doing up in New York?"

"I was working as a nanny. Then I went back a second time to . . . well, to have my baby."

"I didn't know you had a baby."

"Well, you know now," says Joyce.

"I love babies. Boy or girl?"

"Boy. His name is Tavis."

"Good name. And his daddy?"

"Not really in my life right now. I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this," said Mama, "except I'm comfortable talking to you. You're easy to talk to."

"I feel the same about you," said Garnell. "I like how you don't hide things. So many women feel like they gotta play a man."

"I like that you're serious-minded, Garnell."

"My daddy took responsibility for his family. He's taught me to do the same. I was raised an only child, but not long ago Mama and Daddy adopted two orphan girls and cared for them like their own. Now they're my sisters."

"Your mama work?"

"She's a beautician. Works at a funeral parlor. She fixes the hair of ladies who've passed on. She also plays piano in the parlor."

"My daddy works at the dock. Makes good money; but on payday, you can't get him out of the bar room."

"I know what that's like. On the same property as our house, Daddy built a juke joint with his own hands. Calls it Smiley's Place. Nothing fancy: milk crates as chairs, Mama's homemade fish and chicken. We have an old jukebox filled with the blues. But folks love to come over after work to drink and relax. At night, there's dancing."

"I love to dance," said Mama.

"I'd love to dance with you," Garnell replied, surprising himself with his boldness.

She looked in his eyes and saw reflected in them a man of purpose. Garnell Smiley conveyed an air of trust; something about him said, I'll be loyal to you no matter what.

The next year, 1966, the year Dr. King initiated his Chicago Campaign for open housing, Stokely Carmichael promoted Black Power, and James Meredith was shot in the back by a sniper during a civil-rights march in Mississippi, my mother married Emory Garnell Smiley.

When I was three, the air force sent Garnell, my daddy, to Southeast Asia.
Mama had a newborn son, Emory--we called him Garnie. "The boys are going to miss you, Garnell," she told Dad.

"I'll be back before you know it. Don't you worry. Nothing's gonna get in the way of me getting back to my family," he promised.

At times I saw my mother crying during Dad's absence. Nothing--then or now--has upset me more. One time she began to cry when we were visiting a strange house. Mama and Big Mama, as I call my grandmother, were standing in front of a large wooden box that had been placed in the middle of the room. Mama and Big Mama were crying together.

"What's that box?" I asked a man in a dark suit.

"You call it a casket," he whispered in my ear.

"What's a casket?" I asked.

"Where they put dead people. Those who have gone home to the Lord."

"Who died?" I wanted to know.

"Your uncle Curtis. Your mother's brother."

Years later, I found out that my uncle had been living in Los Angeles. His girlfriend had betrayed him for another man, and the other man had shot my uncle to death. The story gave me chills.

The best time to sit with my granddaddy, Paw Paw, was nighttime. The fireflies fluttered; somewhere in the distance an owl would hoot. Big Mama complained that Paw Paw was always drinking. I wasn't sure what drinking meant; all I knew was that I loved being with Paw Paw as he told me stories. I loved sitting in Paw Paw's lap on his rocking chair, rocking back and forth. His breath smelled sour and funny, but I didn't mind. He would puff on his corncob pipe and sip from his whiskey glass and speak in a honey-combed voice that was easy and slow.

"You see, son," he said one night, pointing his finger to the juke joint across the street, "over there is the bar room. You hear the women around here complaining about that bar room. They ain't wrong. I know I spend too much time up in there. But a man's got to have his peace of mind. A man's got to have his pleasure. Working down on the docks all day ain't no pleasure. It's good work, son, steady work, but it's sweat-and-blood work. You learn a lot about life on the docks. You'll see a lazy man who finds a way to get outta work; and you'll see a stand-up man who does the work he's paid to do. Well, I'm one of those stand-up men. But when the work is done and you're bone-tired, well, the bar room is a good place where men can go to wind down before going home to the ladies. There's fighting men in the bar room--you don't want nothing to do with them--but then you have your thinking men in the bar room. See, son, Paw Paw is a thinker. He's thinking about the life he's led and why your life is gonna be a whole lot better. He's thinking about how you've got a big, beautiful world in front of you. He's thinking that things are getting better all the time. And you're part of the better, Tavis. You're what's making this mean ol' world better."

And with that, he kissed me on the cheek, took another sip of whiskey, and went on rocking.

Not long afterward, I could see in Mama's face that she was worried.

"Death is frightening," she told Big Mama as they stood at the kitchen sink cleaning up the dishes from dinner. "The way Curtis was killed. The way Daddy's brother dropped dead out in the fields. Death just seems to come out of nowhere and swoop you up. And now Daddy's sick. I'm scared to death."

"We just gotta pray, baby," Big Mama told her. "We gotta pray night and day."

That night, I heard Paw Paw coughing so loudly it frightened me. I ran to my mother's room, where I overheard Mama's prayers. "Dear Lord," she said, "if my daddy dies, I'm giving my life to you. With all this death around me, I know I need you, Lord. I can't wait no longer. I need you in my life. I need to surrender my soul to you."

The next morning, Paw Paw was taken to the hospital.
"Will Paw Paw be home tonight?" I asked.

"No, baby," said Big Mama. "I know you love your Paw Paw, but Paw Paw is not feeling right. The doctors need to look after him."

"Will they have to put him in a casket?" I asked, tears rolling down my face.

"We pray not," Big Mama said, and hugged me. "We pray God will deliver him."

"It's his drinking," I heard my mother tell Big Mama. "All that drinking poisoned him."

At the end of the week, I found myself standing before another casket. My eyes were wet with tears as I watched it lowered into the ground. I heard my mother praying, "God, I am yours. I surrender my life to you."

Paw Paw was gone.

From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Posted July 23, 2009

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    This was a wonderful and captivating book to read. This book talks about Tavis's Life and his upcoming and the obsticles he had to overcome and to how he got to where he is today. Also he talks about the skill and tools he learned from his obsticales and how they helped better him as a man.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2006

    A Definite MUST Read!

    What I Know for Sure is that Tavis Smiley¿s testimony and transparency through this book was a refreshing read. He is a prolific speaker and a voice for this generation. I applaud him for allowing us to share intimately into his life. I was deeply moved by his honesty in retelling the experiences that shaped the man we now see today. The candidness expressed in each chapter allowed us to witness the forces that birth his purpose and propelled his drive, ambition, and advocacy. His love for people was greatly evident. This book is a must read not just for African-Americans but for anyone who has ever faced adversity, challenges and trying circumstances in life. Greatly inspring!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2006

    A Must Read!!!!!

    This book was very real and riviting by Tavis Smiley. It was a very gripping account of his childhood to adolescent into his adult life. Mr. Smiley is truly a man of strength, stong conviction,integrity and empowerment. I was empowered after reading this book. It was also a excellent read the book was well written the story actually pulls the reader as if they are taking a walk through Mr. Smiley's life vividly. Once again, this is a must read !!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2006

    Captivating story to motivate and inspire

    I read this book in one evening, becoming instantly inspired to live out my dreams by turning fear into faith. I've listened to Tavis for years on the Tom Joyner Morning Show, but didn't know Tavis's life story. His is a story for all who dream yet have fears that hold them back. Thanks for a GREAT book Tavis!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2006

    AN ABSOLUTE TEARJERKER!!!

    I LISTEN TO TAVIS EVERY TUESDAY AND THURSDAY ON TOM JOYNER'S RADIO SHOW. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESS THAT THIS WELL EDUCATED MAN, WITH SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SOUL WOULD HAVE SUCH A HARSH PAST. JUST TO READ ABOUT HIS HARDSHIPS AND KNOW THAT HE STILL KEPT THE FAITH, HIS BELIEF IN GOD WAS TESTED IN SO MANY WAYS. YET HE OVERCAME AND LET THE WORLD KNOW, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2006

    Emotional, heartwarming, and unforgettable!

    In 'What I Know For Sure', I was immediately pulled into Tavis' world as I experienced each moment with him and I couldn't exhale until I had consumed every page in one sitting. This is Tavis speaking in a different voice as we've never heard him before. He spins an emotionally charged story of family, values, religion, success, failure, heartbreak, disappointment, and personal convictions. His obstacles have propelled him to greater heights and his fears have energized him to face any situation. He endures through faith, family, friends and determination to become the phenominal leader he is today. What I know for sure is that this is an insightful and emotional story that tore at my heartstrings, at times making me cry, laugh, and shout Hallelujah! Great job, Tavis!

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