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Knights of the Wise Men


by Midnight Freemason Contributor
Steven L. Harrison, 33°, FMLR


In 2011, velvet-voiced pop singer Lionel Richie, a member of Lewis Adams Prince Hall Lodge No. 67, Tuskegee, appeared in an episode of The Learning Channel's popular series, Who Do You Think You Are. The show follows celebrities as they search out their family roots, usually finding a twist or two along the way. After some digging, the show began to focus on Richie's maternal great-grandfather, John Louis Brown.

In Nashville, where his maternal grandmother had been born, Richie discovered Brown, most likely born into slavery, had married his great-grandmother Volenderver in 1890, when she was only 15 and he was about 50. Before their divorce in 1897, the product of that marriage was Richie's grandmother, Adelaide M. (Brown) Foster.

Knowing his great-grandfather's name, Richie went to the Nashville Metropolitan Archive where things got interesting as they took on a fraternal air. City directories there listed John Louis Brown as Editor of the Knights of the Wise Men in 1880 and SGA of the Knights of the Wise Men in 1885. The title of Editor was a valuable piece of information indicating Brown was literate – not a guarantee back in those days. Richie's curiosity was piqued wondering who the Knights of the Wise Men were and what the designation SGA meant.

This sent him to Prince Hall Lodge No. 1 PHA F&AM in Nashville where he met with Professor Corey Walker, Brown University Historian of African Studies. The program makes no mention if Professor Walker is a Mason.  With a prominent Square and Compasses in the background Walker explains, "Knights of the Wise Men was a fraternal order that also had a benefit for its members. The organization helped build bonds of community between African American men. It was an institution that provided financial benefits to all of its members for sickness as well as in death… It was the precursor of what we think of as modern insurance companies."

According to the show, the Knights of the Wise Men was founded in 1879 to address the needs of the black community. Walker reminds Richie that during that period white organizations were separate and did not admit African Americans. Pushed away from the white community after the Civil War, blacks created their own institutions to assist African Americans. One of these was the Knights of the Wise Men, which grew to 278 lodges by 1882. "These were the prototypes," says Walker, "of the organizations that helped propel the modern Civil Rights movement."

When Richie questions Walker about the meaning of SGA, he learns it stands for Supreme Grand Archon. "He wasn't just a member of the organization, he was its national leader." In addition, Professor Walker produces a book of the order's rules, laws, and regulations which Brown authored. The book contains lectures, signs and passwords, much like today's Masonic rituals, "J.L. Brown was at the forefront in building a significant institution to meet the needs of African Americans across the nation."

A newspaper article reveals the fate of the Knights of the Wise Men when it reports on an 1891 smallpox epidemic, which caused the organization to have to pay out substantial death benefits, draining the treasury. In addition, the article reports on the disappearance of its treasurer, S. Carl Walker, who ran off with much of the remaining funds. With that tipping point the Knights of the Wise Men began its decline.

Brother Richie points out this is the same period during which Brown's marriage fell apart, and the pressures of the demise of the Knights may have had something to do with it, concluding, "My great-grandfather went from being a scoundrel in my mind all the way to being one of the pioneers of the Civil Rights movement."

J.L. Brown moved to Chattanooga after the demise of the Knights of the Wise Men. Richie travels there to find out what happened to his great-grandfather. There, he discovers Brown became a cemetery caretaker and finds a book containing his picture. Brown's death certificate reveals his father was a Morgan Brown, his mother unknown. He is buried in the same cemetery where he worked, in an unmarked pauper's grave.

A final bit of research shows Brown was a slave, his owner being a Morgan W. Brown. In a confusing twist Richie finds a Dr. Morgan Brown had a son, Morgan W. Brown. Dr. Brown's diary reveals J.L. Brown's mother was a slave named Mariah, whom he stipulates to be freed, along with J.L., upon his death. The show leaves it to speculation as to whether Dr. Morgan Brown, 80, or his son Morgan W. Brown, 39, was J.L.'s father.

Documents shown in the program reveal John Lewis Brown died in 1931 at the age of 92. Writing of his fraternity he said, "We believe that an acre of noble oaks is worth more than a countryside full of brush wood, and that one true and loyal Knight is worth more... than a Chamber room full of trash. We fully recognize the fact that we are poor and need no weights upon us, and to make our way successfully through life requires thorough organization of the masses, without which our future cannot be a bright one. It is only by our good qualities rightly set forth that we are to succeed in the future. First by educating every boy and girl and teaching from the cradle to the grave honesty, industry, economy of time and means, and the fullest enjoyment of all rights as citizens, and the destruction, death and burial of the accursed idea that the negro is inferior, simply because he has been in time deprived of life, liberty and property. Let us all be wise men and women."

Other sources indicate that prior to the fallout from the smallpox epidemic and the treasurer depleting its funds, the Knights of the Wise Men had a peak membership of about 350 lodges. It is recognized by some as the first insurance company in the United States. Today, on St. Helena Island in South Carolina, stands a building known as the Knights of Wise Men Lodge. A wood frame building built in 1899, it burned in 1940, and was replaced with the existing concrete structure which stands as the last remnant of a once-noble fraternity.

~SLH

Bro. Steve Harrison, 33° , is Past Master of Liberty Lodge #31, Liberty, Missouri. He is also a Fellow and Past Master of the Missouri Lodge of Research. Among his other Masonic memberships are the St. Joseph Missouri Valley of the Scottish Rite, Liberty York Rite bodies, and Moila Shrine. He is also a member and Past Dean of the DeMolay Legion of Honor. Brother Harrison is a regular contributor to the Midnight Freemasons blog as well as several other Masonic publications. Brother Steve was Editor of the Missouri Freemason magazine for a decade and is a regular contributor to the Whence Came You podcast. Born in Indiana, he has a Master's Degree from Indiana University and is retired from a 35 year career in information technology. Steve and his wife Carolyn reside in northwest Missouri. He is the author of dozens of magazine articles and three books: Freemasonry Crosses the Mississippi, Freemasons — Tales From the Craft and Freemasons at Oak Island.

How Good it is for Brethren to Dwell Together in Unity

by Midnight Freemason Contributor
WB Gregory J. Knott

On a recent trip to Washington DC, I had the honor of visiting Potomac Lodge No. 5.   Potomac Lodge is located in the heart of the Georgetown area of DC.  It was a fantastic night for a visit as the Entered Apprentice degree was being conducted that night.  In addition Corinthian Lodge No. 18 of the Most Worshipful Prince Hall Grand Lodge of the District of Columbia was visiting.


The lodge room of Potomac Lodge No. 5 in Washington DC
One of the first things you notice in any visit to a DC lodge is diverse array of brethren that are in attendance.  These brethren are from all walks of life, many of whom are career military, work in government or are civilian contractors.  
Though I didn’t personally know any of the brethren, I was welcomed like a long lost friend.  We had dinner before the meeting, where the conversation was both interesting and enlightening.  
As with every lodge, Potomac Lodge has many historical artifacts in their possession.  But no other lodge in the world has the gavel that George Washington used at the laying of the cornerstone of the United States Capitol building.    The actual gavel is stored in a bank vault across the street from the lodge.
The brethren of Potomac Lodge did a fantastic job with the ritual and floor work.  Four new brethren were initiated as Entered Apprentice’s that night.  You could feel a true sense of excitement in the room as these new brothers began their Masonic journey.
It was a great pleasure to also meet the brethren of Corinthian Lodge who are some of the finest Masons I have ever met.  There seriousness in regards to the craft was obvious.


Brethren of Corinthian Lodge No. 18 MWGLPHDC who were visiting Potomac Lodge.

I encourage you to visit a lodge in DC if you ever have the opportunity.  You will find the brethren friendly and ready to welcome you.   I have found the visits so gratifying myself that I became a plural member of Naval Lodge No. 4 in 2014.  It is truly an opportunity to “Dwell together in Unity.”

~GJK

WB Gregory J. Knott is the Past Master of St. Joseph Lodge No. 970 in St. Joseph (IL) and a plural member of Ogden Lodge No. 754 (IL), Homer Lodge No. 199 (IL) and Naval Lodge No. 4 in Washington, DC. He’s a member of the Scottish Rite, the York Rite, Eastern Star and is the Charter Secretary of the Illini High Twelve Club No. 768 in Champaign-Urbana. He is also a member of ANSAR Shrine (IL) and the Eastern Illinois Council No. 356 Allied Masonic Degrees. Greg serves on the Board of Directors of The Masonic Society and is a member of the Scottish Rite Research Society and The Philathes Society. Greg is very involved in Boy Scouts—an Eagle Scout himself, he is a member of the National Association of Masonic Scouters

My Hero

by Midnight Freemason Contributor
R.W.B. Michael H. Shirley



“The riches of the game are in the thrills, not the money.”  —Ernie Banks


Bill Bryson, who is one of my favorite writers, in his memoir The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid, told of his father, a sportswriter for the Des Moines Register, taking him along to ballparks, where he met Major Leaguers. “Once,” he recalled, “on a hot July afternoon I sat in a nearly airless clubhouse under the left-field grandstand at Wrigley Field beside Ernie Banks, the Cubs’ great shortstop, as he autographed boxes of new white baseballs…. Unbidden, I took it upon myself to sit beside him and pass him each new ball. This slowed the process considerably, but he gave a little smile each time and said thank you as if I had done him quite a favor. He was the nicest human being I have ever met. It was like being friends with God.”

I’m not much given to envy, but I envied Bill Bryson when I read that. Ernie Banks was my hero when I was growing up. I came of age as a baseball fan in the 1960s, when there were only two teams a kid growing up in Chicago could root for: the Cubs or the White Sox. Northsiders were Cubs fans, and so I came by my love of the Cubs almost by default. I’d spend hours watching channel nine (WGN), home to the Cubs, with Jack Brickhouse doing the play-by-play, and rooting for my guys: Billy Williams, Fergie Jenkins, Jim Hickman, Kenny Holtzman, Don Kessinger, Glenn Beckert, Randy Hundley, Ron Santo, and always, always, Ernie Banks. By that time, he was at the tail end of his career, no longer the great shortstop who’d won back-to-back MVP awards while playing for a last-place team, but still a deadly bat and a soft glove at first. But his skill wasn’t the reason I adored him: he was my hero because of who he was as a man. I didn’t find out he was a Mason until recently, but all the things I want to become as a Mason were things Ernie Banks radiated from the core of his being. He was always smiling, fundamentally kind, and invariably optimistic. He was, in a word, joyous, and that joy was infectious. Everyone who knew him, if only through watching him on television, felt a bit better about the world because of Ernie Banks. Even the normally acerbic Dick Young, sportswriter for the New York Daily News, gushed when he spoke of Ernie: “Ernie Banks,” he said, “is a beautiful man.” 

He should have played in a World Series, but never got the chance. His best hope ended when the Cubs collapsed in the last month of the 1969 season, and he had to watch the Miracle Mets win it all. Even then, he was not publically bereft. Although he certainly had regrets about it, I sometimes think his fans were more upset about it than he was, because he never forgot how wonderful it was to play a game for a living, to do what you loved doing, and to make the choice to be happy. 

When he received the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2013, he said, “What in the world have I done to receive this wonderful honor?” To that display of true humility, I can only shake my head in wonder, and continue to be grateful for having lived in the same world as Ernie Banks. 


My hero, Brother Ernie Banks, Mr. Cub, Baseball Hall of Famer, Presidential Medal of Freedom recipient, and truly beautiful man, was a member of Fidelity Lodge No. 103, MWPHGLIL, and was named Mason of the Year in 1959. He passed to the Grand Lodge Above on January 23, 2015, AL 6015, at the age of 83. His column is broken; his Brethren—and all who knew him—mourn. 


~MHS

R.W.B. Michael H. Shirley serves the Grand Lodge of Illinois, A.F. & A.M, as Leadership Development Chairman and Assistant Area Deputy Grand Master of the Eastern Area. A Certified Lodge Instructor, he is a Past Master and Life Member of Tuscola Lodge No. 332 and a plural member of Island City Lodge No. 330, F & AM, in Minocqua, Wisconsin. He currently serves the Valley of Danville, AASR, as Most Wise Master of the George E. Burow Chapter of Rose Croix; he is also a member of the Illinois Lodge of Research, the York Rite, Eastern Illinois Council No. 356 Allied Masonic Degrees, Eastern Star, Illini High Twelve, and the Tall Cedars of Lebanon. The author of several articles on British history, he teaches at Eastern Illinois University.You can contact him at: m.h.shirley@gmail.com

Masonic Networking



by Midnight Freemason Guest Contributor
Bro. Jerry Henderson



I have been a Freemason for quite some time now.  In that time, I have met brothers from all across my jurisdiction, from NYC to Buffalo. I have also traveled to jurisdictions all across the East Coast and the South.  Also, I have met brothers from the West Coast and Midwest and I will be traveling to see them soon.  I have even met brothers from all around the world, from Japan, to Russia and London.  The way I came into the craft was, in fact, networking.

I have been in NYC since 2007.  I’m originally from Memphis, Tennessee.  When I was 20, I was in church and a mentor of mine, Mr. Davis, was there.  I asked my mom about freemasonry and she told me to talk to him.  I was nervous to talk to him about it, but I knew this was something I wanted to be a part of, so I went ahead and asked him about freemasonry.  We must have talked for about 10-15 minutes about freemasonry and I was excited to hear about the craft!  He then told me if I had any other questions, just to ask him.  I was nervous, but I knew the motto, “2B1ASK1”, so I told him I was interested in becoming a Freemason.  He then requested a petition for me and brought it to me a couple months later.  I filled it out, gave it back to him and forgot about it.  I then got a call about a job in Connecticut and moved.  While in Connecticut, I was still very much interested in the craft, but I didn’t join because I was trying to leave my current employer.  

When I moved to NYC in 2007, I was ready to become a member.  But the main problem thing didn’t know any Freemasons up here in the area.  I left the thought alone for a year, but it kept on bugging me.  So, in 2009, I asked a brother, Bro. Holman, in Memphis about the craft.  He then passed me to a brother in Boston, Bro. Russo.  Bro. Russo came down to NYC and linked up with some brothers he knew.  He gave my info to a brother names Bro. McCoy.  The plan was for me to go into his lodge, but my schedule didn’t allow for me join there.  So, he introduced me to Bro. Revander, whose lodge met my schedule.  Just that networking to get me into the craft, left a lasting legacy on me.  Always remember to travel, as we are traveling men.  

~JH


Bro. Jerry Henderson is a member of St. James Lodge #114 a subordinate lodge of the MWPHGLNY. He is also a member of Abu Bekr Temple #91, A.E.A.O.N.M.S