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Award-Winner Susan Watson Broke Detroit Journalism Barriers As A Woman And African American

Detroit, MI--Mid-May 1998--Susan Watson, at a 1998 community summit meeting on the strike at Sacred Heart Seminary in Detroit, ©George Waldman

Detroit, MI–Mid-May 1998–Susan Watson, at a 1998 community summit meeting on the strike at Sacred Heart Seminary in Detroit, ©George Waldman

Special to the Michigan Chronicle

By: Keith A. Owens, W. Kim Heron, and Joe Swickard

Self-proclaimed giants are betrayed by the fact that they cast no shadows. Susan Watson never talked about her stature – she didn’t need to. Everyone who worked with her will tell you about the long shadow she cast in her profession and in her community.

Watson passed away Saturday at the age of 76, surrounded by family and friends at her Harper Hospital bed, ending a short pulmonary illness. Watson was a pioneer and trailblazer over her 30-year career as a Detroit Free Press reporter, editor, and columnist, and afterward as a labor activist and community advocate.

As a relative rookie reporter, and one of the very first African Americans in the newsroom, she was on the frontlines of the Free Press Pulitzer Prize-winning coverage of the 1967 Detroit uprising. She later teamed with fellow reporter Paul Magnusson to win a coveted Heywood Broun Award for a year-long investigation that revealed massive abuse and neglect of developmentally disabled children at a state facility. In another award-winning project, she went undercover with a small team of reporters, black and white – posing as everyday prospective homebuyers – to expose racial steering in the residential real estate business.

She won numerous other awards and was inducted into both the Michigan Journalism Hall of Fame and the Michigan Women’s Hall of Fame.

Named city editor in the midst of a to-the-hilt journalistic battle with The Detroit News in 1979 or 1980. Watson became the first African American and the first woman to lead a newsroom at a Detroit daily, and among the first of both groups to lead a newsroom in a major metropolitan city.

Watson lead drove, pushed and caressed her staff to coverage with wider, more caring eyes upon race and circumstance. She wanted officials and wrongdoers held to strict accounts while demanding stories that spoke of the individuals and people and not mere names caught in the public glare. Among her signature achievements as city editor was a 14-day series involving 30 staffers that surveyed African American life in Detroit, from politics to business to sports, from the Underground Railroad to the Great Migration, to becoming the majority and finding political power in the 1970s.

Her passion continued as a metropolitan columnist beginning in 1984 – and along with writings on politics and news, she revealed a more personal take on events, often by sharing the life and growth of her son Allen, aka The Seeker of Wisdom and Truth.”

Her love affair with the Free Press ended in the bitterness of the 1995 newspaper strike. She walked out to become a prominent strike leader — and there would be no reconciliation.

Born in Detroit on May 19, 1943, to Horace Hermann and Susie Perry Holmes, Watson grew up in the close-knit community of River Rouge and attended River Rouge High School. She graduated from the University of Michigan Honors College in 1965.

Watson is survived by her son, Allen Watson, daughter-in-law Patricia L. Watson; step-grandsons Mikyle and Spencer and her cousin Debbie Harper of River Rouge.

To understand her greatness, you need only listen to the words of those who knew her:

Thanks to Susan, The Detroit Sunday Journal was fiercely independent. It was a unique experiment in journalism, created and owned by the striking unions. Shortly after we began publishing, a former Free Press colleague who had moved on to a newspaper in New York emailed me and asked what would happen if the unions tried to force us to print something that we did not want to print. I emailed back: “Do you really think any union official is going to tell Susan Watson how to run a newspaper?” A few minutes later I got a three-word reply: “Yeah, you’re right.”

Mrs. Watson quietly helped guide my path into journalism. It wasn’t until years later I realized she helped secure a visit to her alma mater (with a basketball player as my host, knowing I wanted to be a sportswriter) and was the person behind Wayne State’s persistence in pursuing me saying that I came “highly recommended by people at the Free Press”.

To say her death is a loss is an understatement. It’s like losing a family member or a second mom. I owe my career to her, and knowing I’ve come anywhere close to hers shows her influence on the next generation was not in vain.

Details on services to be announced.

 

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