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Issues Index | Next => Garrett Augustus Morgan was born at Paris, Kentucky on this day in 1877. His parents were former slaves, and he worked in the fields with them until age fifteen when he moved to Cincinnati and apprenticed himself to a handyman. At 18 he was a master at repairing sewing machines and opened his own shop at Cleveland, where he did well enough to own a car, possibly the first black to ever own one. In 1912 he invented a gas mask for use by firemen, a design that was the basis for the masks used in World War I. But his most memorable invention was the automatic traffic signal. His used Go and Stop flags that popped out from the signal pole, but he sold his patents to General Electric and we've been obeying some form of his design ever since.
Waiting until everything is perfect before making a move is like waiting to start a trip until all the traffic lights are green. If you haven't seen your wife smile at a traffic cop, you haven't seen her smile her prettiest. Standing in the middle of the road is very dangerous; you get knocked down by traffic from both sides. The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber, and houses leashed in against one another while the townlets wither a time and die. All they have to do is look down at the traffic and suddenly they don't feel like [flying is] that expensive a way to travel after all. Natives who beat drums to drive off evil spirits are objects of scorn to smart Americans who blow horns to break up traffic jams.
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