When we were growing up as teens in the 1970's, Saturday mornings filled my sister and me with funky anticipation.
We'd race downstairs, flip on the Magnavox, and settle in to experience "the hippest trip in America" - Soul Train.
See, Soul Train wasn't just any television dance show. Soul Train belonged to us.
Soul Train showcased our R&B music, our artists, our dances, heck, even our black hair-care products. It was our cultural touchstone at a time when we were learning that, yes, black was beautiful - even if we weren't quite sure if we believed it yet.
But Don Cornelius, Soul Train's pinstripe-suited, haystack-afro'ed, deep silken-voiced creator and host, affirmed it for us. That's why it's so ironically sad that news yesterday of Cornelius' death at 75, from an apparently self-inflicted gunshot wound at his home outside of Los Angeles, came on the first day of Black History Month.
