Remembering Bobby Moore

| September 22, 2016
Bobby Moore

Bobby Moore

We started to write a news story about the tragic death of Bobby Moore. Truth is, like everyone who has died—including those taken by senseless street violence like Bobby was—it is more than a news story.

We could recount the the story of when and how he died but not here. This isn’t the news story. This is a personal story. Bobby Moore was a father, a son, a brother, a family man; he was an accomplished athlete, a champion; he was a businessman filled with an entrepreneurial spirit, and he was a kind soul who cared about people and the community. He was a familiar face in Fort Wayne, frequently seen supporting special events or visiting local businesses, often just to say hi and spend time with the people there. At the end of the day, Bobby was about caring for people.

Bobby was our friend. He visited the office here at Frost Illustrated on a fairly regular basis, usually to inform of some new community or personal project on which he was working or to update us on something he already started. Often, he would drop off the latest of an edit of a book on which he was working and discuss his progress on it with our managing editor. They would talk about the book but, invariably, the conversation would turn to some past experience Bobby had during his travels through a very interesting life. Bobby was a keen observer of human behavior who, even when he came out on the short end of the stick in a situation, could always smile and explain what he learned and tell you, “I’m not going to do that again!” And, if he was in a situation that went awry and he was at fault, he was quick to admit he might have handled a conversation better. Bottom line, Bobby was a man who took responsibility for himself, loved life and the work of living life and turned even failures into valuable learning experiences.

Bobby Moore stands with Olympic boxing champ Sugar Ray Seales.

Bobby Moore stands with Olympic boxing champ Sugar Ray Seales.

That showed up in his exuberance for projects, whether they be plans he made to start various businesses (he did run a successful janitorial company at one time but had so many other ideas), writing an inspirational book designed to teach others to always have a positive attitude in life, pursuing a world record to throw the most punches in three seconds by a person over 50 years of age, bringing boxing stars such as Sugar Ray Seales to Fort Wayne or praising others in the community whom he thought had accomplished much and made us all proud.

Speaking of the latter, we sometimes admonished Bobby for being so quick to heap praise on other but not see the value he brought to our lives. Maybe admonish is the wrong word. Bobby was a humble, talented and kind man and we admired all of those qualities in him. We were impressed that he could get greats like Seales, Marvin Johnson and Eva Jones Young to work with him but we also would remind folks that they respected Bobby’s accomplishments in return. After all, he was a three-time Golden Gloves champ himself, who competed for national titles and boxed professionally for a time. When he raved about his heroes, we often would remind him that he was a hero in this area. We just wanted him to know how much he meant to us and how much we respected what he brought to this community in terms of caring about folks and championing others.

One of his oldest and dearest friends, Steve Manus, called to say he couldn’t believe what had happened. He had assumed that Bobby, who took care of himself and carried himself as a kind and peaceful man, would be the last man standing among their peers.

“I knew Bobby mostly all my life—we went to Harmar school together,” said Manus. “Bobby didn’t smoke or drink. As a matter of fact I can’t remember him using foul language as a part of his dialogue.”

He said Bobby loved the community and loved supporting people. In fact, Manus said he had just sat and talked with him at an Urban League Thursday concert that featured another one of their friends—Gary “G-Money” Brabson. As always, Bobby was spreading positive vibes. Now that’s all gone.

“It is such a loss to our community that Bobby was stopped from  making his positive contribution to humanity,” said Manus. “I am truly devastated by the senseless act of violence that took his life.”

Nearly all of us associated with Frost found out about his death via social media, Facebook and Instagram to be exact. It was a real shock to unexpectedly run across an RIP tribute to Bobby Moore while scrolling through a collage of people’s pet pictures, favorite inspirational sayings, photos of restaurant meals or mundane photo records of mundane daily life. That’s a helluva of a way to find out about the passing of a friend. We suppose there is no good way to get such news. And while this is about the late Bobby Moore, who once brought his daughter to Frost Illustrated’s office to give her some inspiration (we told you he loved to shine the spotlight on others) and who died on a porch while visiting with his brother and girlfriend, he was part of a family—a family who will miss him dearly just as the families of Demario Burnett, Jerry Coleman, Nicholas Powers, Edword L. Kiel, Traeven Harris, Dajahiona Arrington, Consuela Arrington, Jeff Lute, Nelson Antonio Lemus-Munoz, Dominique Mitchell and others lost to street violence here in Fort Wayne in recent weeks will miss their loved ones. Sooner or later, it always seems to come close to home. Bobby Moore’s murder hits close to home for many of us. Despite the grim currently outlook fueled not only but what is going on here but across the nation and the world, from Chicago to Syria, we are optimists who believe one day such a violent time will be a puzzling and alien subject in some historical text and that none of this again will hit home for any of us.

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