#spivey family

[fundieshaderoom]

Mama Hilary Criticizes the Insurance Plan Jinger is Advertising (Under her IG Post)

[thefundiemuseum]

Well, there go all my theories about Claire having a secret baby.

Maybe JB is just bad at math, and there is no mystery baby 29.

[spurgie-cousin]

Hilary Spivy just posted a round up. The last photo I think had Mackynzie Duggar in it

Yea I'm pretty certain that is Mackynzie! She looks so grown up here 😭 Edit: I originally said something about her being the only M in this picture but an anon pointed out that Michael is also on the far right! I didn't notice him the first time around.

If the rumors about Anna getting kicked out are true, I wonder if she's maybe staying with the Spiveys to get away from that mess. Their family has several kids around her age and I wouldn't be surprised if they were good friends.

I really hope she and all the M kids are doing ok. Between the Duggars and the Kellers, they've been through so much in their short lives 💔

[calbun]

a family member's cat has been struggling with his health, any donations and sharing would be appreciated

We’re asking for donations for our cat Cody. He’s a large black very affectionate cat, we got him about 6 years ago after his previous owner dumped him in a rural area. He’s a very sweet cat and deserves help, we currently don’t have the funding to pay for his estimated 700$ dollar vet bill at the moment as we have a large family and everything is up in price at the moment . The reason he’s needing vet care is his teeth are needing the plaque removed and most likely some extractions and possible root canals, the pain in his mouth is making it so he doesn’t want to eat anything and he’s turned from being a big chunky boy into being boney and struggling to eat. All donations are appreciated ❤️

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Victoria Spivey

Victoria Regina Spivey (October 15, 1906 – October 3, 1976), sometimes known as Queen Victoria, was an American blues singer, songwriter, and record company founder. During a recording career that spanned 40 years, from 1926 to the mid-1960s, she worked with Louis Armstrong, King Oliver, Clarence Williams, Luis Russell, Lonnie Johnson, and Bob Dylan. She also performed in vaudeville and clubs, sometimes with her sister Addie "Sweet Peas" (or "Sweet Pease") Spivey (August 22, 1910 – 1943). also known as the Za Zu Girl. Among her compositions are "Black Snake Blues" (1926), "Dope Head Blues" (1927), and "Organ Grinder Blues" (1928). In 1961, she co-founded Spivey Records with one of her husbands, Len Kunstadt.

Born in Houston, Texas, she was the daughter of Grant and Addie (Smith) Spivey. Her father was a part-time musician and a flagman for the railroad; her mother was a nurse. She had three sisters, all three of whom also sang professionally: Leona, Elton "Za Zu", and Addie "Sweet Peas" (or "Sweet Pease") Spivey (August 22, 1910 – 1943), who recorded for several major record labels between 1929 and 1937, and Elton Island Spivey Harris (1900–1971). She married four times; her husbands included Ruben Floyd, Billy Adams, and Len Kunstadt, with whom she co-founded Spivey Records in 1961.

Spivey's first professional experience was in a family string band led by her father in Houston. After he died, the seven-year-old Victoria played on her own at local parties. In 1918, she was hired to accompany films at the Lincoln Theater in Dallas. As a teenager, she worked in local bars, nightclubs, and buffet flats, mostly alone, but occasionally with singer-guitarists, including Blind Lemon Jefferson. In 1926 she moved to St. Louis, Missouri, where she was signed by Okeh Records. Her first recording, "Black Snake Blues" (1926), sold well, and her association with the label continued. She recorded numerous sides for Okeh in New York City until 1929, when she switched to the Victor label. Between 1931 and 1937, more recordings followed for Vocalion Records and Decca Records, and, working out of New York, she maintained an active performance schedule. Her recorded accompanists included King Oliver, Charles Avery, Louis Armstrong, Lonnie Johnson, and Red Allen.

The Depression did not put an end to Spivey's musical career. She found a new outlet for her talent in 1929, when the film director King Vidor cast her to play Missy Rose in his first sound film, Hallelujah!. Through the 1930s and 1940s Spivey continued to work in musical films and stage shows, including the hit musical Hellzapoppin (1938), often with her husband, the vaudeville dancer Billy Adams.

In 1951, Spivey retired from show business to play the pipe organ and lead a church choir, but she returned to secular music in 1961, when she was reunited with an old singing partner, Lonnie Johnson, to appear on four tracks on his Prestige Bluesville album Idle Hours.

The folk music revival of the 1960s gave her further opportunities to make a comeback. She recorded again for Prestige Bluesville, sharing an album, Songs We Taught Your Mother, with fellow veterans Alberta Hunter and Lucille Hegamin, and began making personal appearances at festivals and clubs, including the 1963 European tour of the American Folk Blues Festival.

In 1961, Spivey and the jazz and blues historian Len Kunstadt launched Spivey Records, a low-budget label dedicated to blues, jazz, and related music.

In March 1962, Spivey and Big Joe Williams recorded for Spivey Records, with harmonica accompaniment and backup vocals by Bob Dylan. The recordings were released on Three Kings and the Queen and Kings and the Queen Volume Two. Dylan was listed under his own name on the record covers. A picture of her and Dylan from this period is shown on the back cover of the Dylan album, New Morning. In 1964, Spivey made her only recording with an all-white band, the Connecticut-based Easy Riders Jazz Band, led by the trombonist Big Bill Bissonnette. It was released first on an LP and later re-released on compact disc.

Spivey married four times; her husbands included Ruben Floyd, Billy Adams, and Len Kunstadt.

Spivey died in New York on October 3, 1976, at the age of 69, from an internal hemorrhage.

[morbidology]

On the 25th wedding anniversary of Harry and Harriette Moore, celebrated on Christmas Day 1951 in Mims, Florida, the couple, prominent civil rights activists, unknowingly became the first martyrs of the early civil rights movement in the United States.

In 1934, Harry established the Brevard County, Florida, chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). The NAACP, under Harry's leadership, advocated for equal pay for teachers of all races, challenged segregation in lunchrooms, and worked towards registering voters of color in the region.

Despite facing opposition, they achieved some success during the burgeoning civil rights movement, witnessing an increase in voters of color in Florida during the late 1940s. However, their activism cost them their jobs at the school where they both worked. The 1940s and early 1950s saw rising racism and violence in Orange County, with the Ku Klux Klan gaining influence and becoming increasingly aggressive.

On that Christmas evening, Harry and Harriette celebrated their anniversary with family. Around 10:15 PM, after a joyful day, they retired to bed. Moments later, an explosive blast rocked their home, as 3 pounds of dynamite had been planted under their bedroom floor. The force of the explosion destroyed the bedroom, shredded the front porch, and left the house's frame in ruins. Harry succumbed to injuries on the way to Stanford hospital in a relative's Buick, the nearest hospital that treated people of color. Nine days later, Harriette passed away due to severe internal injuries, witnessing her husband's burial before her death.

When the police arrived, a sniffer dog led them to Dixie Highway, abruptly stopping without yielding further clues. Sheriff H.T. Williams found footprints at the scene, but they were compromised as he walked through them. Officially unsolved, FBI documents suggest the Orange County Ku Klux Klan's involvement. Four high-ranking Klan members—Earl J. Brooklyn, Tillman H. Belvin, Joseph Cox, and Edward L. Spivey—were identified as suspects. Despite evidence against them, no arrests were made, and all four suspects have since passed away.

[my-own-walker]

Hi! Please could you write an angst about reader taking care of Kit Walker after a caning punishment? Thank you v much!

I'm Always Gonna Be Where You Are

note: i think i've used this gif before...idk tho. thanks 4 tha request!

warnings: angst, mentions of death, violence

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637 days in.

I was beginning to think I would spend more days in than I had out. Before I was brought in. Before my whole life was thrown away. Before I became an ornament on the asylum's cold stone walls.

I found solace in the people around me. The people who understood. One Kit Walker stood out as someone I could say anything to. I would have done anything for him. I would have walked backward off a cliff while blindfolded for him if he asked.

He was, similarly to me, wrongfully locked in Briarcliff for a misunderstanding. I was thoroughly convinced of his innocence. And I knew for a fact that even if he did do it, and was a narcissistic manipulator and pathological liar, I'd still love him.

I never told him, though, 637 days into my stay, I still hadn't told him. 637 days into my imprisonment, I found out my mother died. 637 days in, the person who had wrongfully locked me in, the only person who could get me out, my only family, was dead.

The news came abruptly from Sister Jude. A nonchalant delivery of the most devastating news I had ever heard. An addendum to the barking of orders.

'LIGHTS OUT! Oh, and your mother's dead.'

An exaggeration of events, for sure. Nonetheless, it felt just as cruel. Soulless. I was subhuman to the individuals that ran the place.

On day 638, I met Kit in the common room in the morning, collapsing into a quiet fit of sobs in his arms. Any louder, and I would have been restrained and sedated. I wasn't mourning my mother. I was mourning my freedom. The prospect of my release.

Kit held me close, sitting next to me on one of the many sofas in the room. The upholstered fabric scratched into my arm any time I brushed against it. Another reminder that comfort was not a right, but a luxury here.

He just held me as I cried.

'I will get us out of here,' Kit muttered into my ear. 'Whatever it takes.'

His optimism and drive were two of the reasons I kept him so close. He possessed two things I had lost very early on in my institutionalization.

The couch shifted in pressure. Someone had sat on the other side of me. I didn't even care to look up.

'Not now, Spivey,' Kit gritted.

'We could go halfsies on hah,' Spivey taunted. 'She's quite a doll.'

'Don't be fucking disgusting,' Kit muttered.

I lifted my head from its cozy spot nestled in Kit's chest and grimaced as I felt just how close Spivey was sitting next to me. To my abject horror, I watched as the man unbuttoned his pants and began to reach his hand inside.

It all happened so fast. Kit sprang from my side and grabbed Spivey by his collar, bringing him to his feet pathetically. The pervert's hand was still in his pants when Kit slammed him back down to the ground. A sickening thud cracked through the space. Silence filled the room, then the sounds of the other patients getting rowdy. Two orderlies dressed in white rushed onto the scene, restraining Kit and administering a dose of something via syringe into his arm. He was dragged away without a struggle into the hallway.

I didn't even have time to react in the slightest. I sat perched on the edge of the sofa Kit and I had shared just minutes ago, staring at the door Kit just disappeared through, tears threatening to fall once again. I sat there numbly for the rest of common room time.

When they ushered us back to our rooms, or cells, more like, my eyes darted around to find the boy who came to my rescue twice in one day. Moving through the front lobby toward the cells, I looked up the stairs toward Sister Jude's office. I watched as Kit was shoved out of the door, bound by his hands, a look of anguish on his face. His punishment was through, and it was all for me.

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I laid awake, my soul wracked with guilt after lights-out. I couldn't bear thinking about the pain Kit must have been in. All because of me.

Briarcliff was a funny place. It was old. There were tons of ways around the run-down, disgusting corridors. One funny thing I found was a way to get out of the rooms. As long as you weren't restrained, a simple clothes hanger, hairpin, or matchstick could be enough to unlock the door from the inside.

Unlatching the lock, I was careful to not make any revealing sounds that would indicate my escape. I tiptoed carefully through the halls toward Kit's room. This was a routine of ours. I would regularly meet him in his cell after hours.

I peered through the window in his door. He was lying on his side on his bed, hands still bound behind him. I couldn't see his face to make out his expression. The bed's blankets weren't even covering him.

'Kit!' I whisper-yelled. His head shifted slightly.

'Y/N?' he groaned.

'I'm gonna come in, is that okay?' I replied.

'I've never wanted you here more.'

I jimmied the lock and opened the door slowly. It closed behind me with a tiny click. His hands twitched slightly as I worked to remove the straps keeping them together. He had leather burns on his wrists. His hands were cold from lack of circulation. As soon as I broke them free and Kit was turned to lay on his back, I held them close to my chest to warm them up.

Kit's face contorted in pain. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed. Being on his back caused him pain. I silently kicked myself for not remembering the punishment he was dealt earlier.

'Oh, sorry Kit,' I muttered, standing up to allow him to shift himself to a more comfortable position.

'They smacked the shit out of me this time,' he laughed sardonically. I returned to my seat next to him on the bed once he had moved. I ran my hand through his hair, curling the light, soft tresses in my fingers. The strands bounced back into position so delicately. It felt like a metaphor for his humanity.

I leaned down to gently kiss his forehead. He looked up at me with his deep brown eyes, his velvet gaze embracing my soul.

'I love you, Y/N,' Kit purred.

'I love you more,' I replied. I lay in the small bed, in front of Kit's form, inviting him to hug me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in closer.

'You're all I needed. Just you with me,' he murmured.

'Where I'll always be,' I sighed.

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Le fin, or whateva.

[littlequeenies]

The online Demri book is so good!! I've known about Demri for nearly 10 years now but there's stuff in there I hadn't read before, you did a great job. I would be so curious to know more about her flaws, as weird as that sounds. I think she's always come across as a perfect human which makes it feel she was almost supernatural. I have trouble articulating it fully in a short message, because I also know that loved ones would rather not speak poorly of her and want to focus on the good, and that should be respected. But I don't know, I think it would be nice to know about her more 'fully'. It seems alluded to in the book and it made me wonder. Flaws make people more relatable, she's always seemed unattainably perfect to me, even with the darkness and addiction. Anyway, great book, and I hope I explained this with the nuance and tact that I intended!

Hi anon, thank you for your question, it is very interesting indeed. We will first let her family and friends talk about the subject.

One aspect of Demri’s personality, according to Austin [Demri’s mom], was her inability to handle guilt. In Austin’s words, “If she offended you, and you didn’t have a cell phone or anything, she would start calling your house, waiting for you to get home to apologize.”

Kathleen Austin: Her concern for others was far beyond her concern for herself.

Barbara Dearaujo: She was constantly on the run. Not sure it was running scared but running for sure. Maybe she was afraid of missing out or just looking for the next thing to stimulate her. I have no clue what it was but I definitely could not keep up with her and whenever I tried or whoever tried we all would end up just as sick, lost and confused and most of us would tap out. She never tapped it seemed, no matter how horrible the circumstances got she could deal with it. Crazy. I wouldn’t call her suicidal but definitely self-destructive. Poor girl. Such a sad story. Demri always and forever a wild wood pixie.

Fabiola Gonzalez: The beautiful soul of Demri is she never had an ounce of hate in her heart. She loved everyone. She was so unconditional even when she was judged and even faulted on her own self-love. She was a good person. Better to others than she was to herself.

Krista Kay: She also had some rough times and went down a heartbreaking road. She was beautiful and complicated, and unforgettable, and human.

Krista Kay: Want to honor their [Demri's and Layne's] memory? Pursue your dreams and talents, lift up others, and take care of your body and mind.

Keli Lake: Demri is special to me because she inspired my self-confidence. It’s complicated since she lacked it herself. It’s like she gave it all away until she was depleted.

Rob Meiser: She was a good person with a big heart but she was fighting demons like most of us.

Jacque Nakken: She always wanted to make others happy, more than herself.

Elsa Schmolke: It’s all very sad but Demri was certainly loved but just so out of control nobody could help her.

Scott Spivey: Always kindness even when she struggled so hard with her demons.

Mara Wheelan: My dear soul sister, she extracted the truly beautiful parts of my soul and made me unafraid. She brought light into the depths of darkness from within. She loved all my ugliness and glorified my uniqueness.

Chay Wilkerson Moore: Demri was like a beautiful flower stuck in a tornado. She was very sweet, most of the time. Always yelled my name and hugged me, made me feel special, like she did most people. Very strong spirit, very bent on destruction, I don’t know why... [She was] The most powerful pretty little thing, with this profound sense of vulnerability that she seemed surrounded by. A princess in distress. I immediately felt the need to protect her in a brotherly way.

For what we've learnt about Demri trough all these years, and reading what her closest people said about the subject, is that she had a poor mental health. She had an addiction in the first place, an addiction usually is the consequence of a poor mental health. She may also was not very self-confident or self-conscious, she always wished the best for all the others but didn't apply to herself. Like Robbie Williams, sometimes the people that look the happiest, have the worst demons, and with no professional help, it is very difficult to fight them.

Maybe she went to drug therapy and I guess that included mental health therapy. But back in the day that was taboo. Still today it looks you are crazy or insane if you admit you go (or have been) to therapy (and I have been and still go!), so imagine back then. Plus if she didn't have the money nor the support, probably for her it was easier to escape her demons by actually taking the thing that caused them - the drugs.

I always find her story so tragic. So young. With so many people around that cared about her, and still she succumbed to drugs. I suppose is what Jerry Cantrell said about Layne. All the band members and his mum tried to help him, but they had their own struggles as well, and if ultimately he didn't want to be helped... there's not much you can do. I wish she could have let herself help.

The book is here for everyone to read it. Please, take care of yourself, look for help and support if you need it. Mental and emotional health are as important as physical health.

[cianmars]

let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

JANUARY: Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

FEBRUARY: Call your mom - Noah Kahan

MARCH: Look who's inside again - Bo Burnham

APRIL: Diet Coke - Leanna Firestone

MAY: Family Line - Conan Grey

JUNE: Life on Mars - David Bowie

JULY: My Tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

AUGUST: Paul Revere - Noah Kahan

SEPTEMBER: A Cautionary Tale - Auli'i Cravalho & Jaquel Spivey

OCTOBER: Right Where you left me - Taylor Swift

NOVEMBER: Cool - Sub-Radio

Tagging literally anyone who wants to do it ! (tagging some mutuals but no pressure to do it) @kamillahn @sleepyminyard @greyskylight @justanoutlawfic @a-welsh-spoonie @thebreakfastgenie @celestialhijabi @kattahj @figsandfandoms @ilukeskywalker @proficientatfreakness @mystical-flute @spagbol99 @lilacmoon83

[fundieshaderoom]

Hilary Spivey (Justin Duggar's mother-in-law and Jason Duggar's sneaky link) responds to comments under James Duggar's Father's Day Post.

[thefundiemuseum]

Mackynzie Duggar is spending time with the Spivey family.

Hilary Spivey IG.

I am 70% sure the other girl whose face I didn't cover is Paige Spivey.

Curious what M1 is doing with the Spivey crew, if it's anything to do with the rumors of Anna being kicked out of the Arkansas compound. I know the Spiveys aren't a great alternative, but this has got to be better than just being around the main Duggar clan, right?

Edit: Apparently Michael Duggar is the boy in the white.

[thefundiedata]

Upcoming Events | April-September 2024.

So, I'm going to try and revive fundiedata on this blog as I do have access to the email if needed to contact tumblr support in future. I'll get the family overviews rewritten and will carry on with data analysis, while being extra careful to stay on tumblr's good side.

Just Occurred: Brielle Grace Duggar was born to Jer and Hannah Duggar at some point in February 2024. Miles Kelton Balka was born to Josie and Kelton Balka on 21st February 2024. Trace and Lydia Bates announced they had suffered a miscarriage on 24th February 2024. The baby would have been due right after Ryker's first birthday. Lawson and Tiffany Bates announced their first pregnancy on 5th March 2024, this follows a miscarriage. Nathan and Esther Bates announced their second pregnancy on 21st March 2024.

April 2024 Tori (Bates) Smith is estimated to have her fifth child any day now. The current predicted DOB is 11th April 2024. Justin Duggar is predicted to announce his first child with wife Claire (Spivey) Duggar on 15th April 2024. This is 8 SDs late. Timothy Rodrigues and Heidi Coverett are estimated to get married on 27th April 2024. We haven't seen a wedding date yet for these two.

May 2024 Jackson Bates is predicted to announce his first child with wife Emerson (Wells) Bates on 7th May 2024. Jed Duggar is predicted to announce his third child with wife Kate (Nakatsu) Duggar on 26th May 2024. This is 2 SDs late.

June 2024 Nothing predicted.

July 2024 Nurie (Rodrigues) Keller is expected to have her third baby - a girl - in July. Tentative prediction down for 12th July 2024. Carlin (Bates) Stewart is predicted to announce her third child on 18th July 2024. This is 1 SD late. Lawson Bates is predicted to have his first child with wife Tiffany (Espensen) Bates on 30th July 2024.

August 2024 Nothing predicted.

September 2024 Kaylee (Rodrigues) Hill is predicted to announce her second child with husband Jonathan Hill on 23rd September 2024. This is 2 SDs late. Katie (Bates) Clark is predicted to announce her second child with husband Travis Clark on 29th September 2024.

[unusualllamite]

lia visited and - in true spivey family fashion - made a white cake

[wordybee]

9 people you'd like to know more

Tagged by @teruel-a-witch (back in July, hello!) and doing a quick edit to say I was also more recently tagged by @pearly--rose (hello!)

last song: "Far From Any Road" by the Handsome Family

currently watching: Lots of YouTube and little else. I just finished the second season of Good Omens for the second time and I'm technically in the middle of a The Good Place rewatch, but it's really just a lot of YouTube right now (Todd in the Shadows videos, Tasting History, and Binging with Babish, for the record).

currently reading: Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver. I grabbed it from my shelf at random because I thought I should actually, you know, read some of the 400+ books I have lying around, but it's not capturing my attention very well. Probably not the fault of the book; my attention span has been garbage lately.

current obsession: I'm sadly lacking in obsessions these days. The closest I'm getting is Good Omens, which I really really liked but it's not on an obsession level. Not much is striking that match, but hopefully some new fixation latches onto me soon. I miss the enthusiasm, y'know. Oh! I've gotten way more into old blues music recently, so I'm going to count that. Victoria Spivey was my latest find, but I've also been going through more of the Mississippi Sheiks' catalogue.

I'm no-pressure tagging blogs I've recently seen on my dashboard but this is getting thrown into the queue, so if you've already answered one of these things, sorry! But this will post well over a week from the time I'm writing it, so maybe you've got new stuff going on? Anyway, tag list: @pretty-thief, @thebrimmingheart, @stripedlily, @thosewildcharms, @gingerpolyglot, @celerylapel @applepiips aaaaand I apparently don't follow nearly enough people because I've been scrolling for ages and I'm not seeing more blogs to get to the required nine. If you want to participate, consider yourself tagged!

[charaznablescanontoyota]

7+10 for spivey and 15+24 for robyn?

7. favorite animal? why?

rabbits. one of the least asshole-ish forest animals which automatically raises them to the top of the list. and also they're adorable + relatable to spivey as a fellow extremely afraid forest-dweller

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

spivey does not wear jewelry! sometimes bandannas or like cheap plastic stuff ze picks up from the college students though. ze likes bandannas

15. how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

rob is the youngest of four, technically, in that ae has three older siblings who are triplets. ae lived with the triplets and aer two moms growing up and currently lives in an on-campus apartment with sisel!

24. do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

ae does a student radio show with sisel and also makes a lot of props and fake gore for humans vs zombies. scaring people is rewarding

[conradscrime]

The Murder of Harry and Harriette Moore

December 13, 2022

Harry and Harriette Moore got married on Christmas Day, 1926 and moved into Harriette’s family home in the fall of 1927. Harry worked as an educator and Harriette worked as a former teacher and became an insurance broker. 

In 1927, Harry was promoted to principal at the local Titusville Colored School. Harry taught the ninth grade, and the school was racially segregated like most schools at the time. Harry’s first year teaching was actually closed early by the local school board due to the system’s systemic discrimination against black children. 

Harry and Harriette had their first daughter, born in 1928 and moved out of Harriette’s family home and into their own home, in Mims, Florida, given to them by Harriette’s parents. The home was on an acre of land. The couple had their second daughter in 1930. In 1931, Harriette returned to her teaching career and worked at the same school Harry worked at. 

Harry was committed to making a difference and being an activist. In 1934, Harry founded the Brevard County, Florida, National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) chapter. He served as the NAACP’s first Executive Secretary in the state of Florida. This NAACP chapter worked towards creating equal pay for equal work for teachers of any race, fighting to get lynchings prosecuted and attempted to allow black people the right to vote. 

However, Harry’s activism was very controversial within his county, as the county was white-dominated. In 1946, Harry’s activism caused both him and his wife to be fired from their jobs by authorities. After being fired, Harry became a full time employee of the NAACP. 

On Christmas night, 1951, the Moores were celebrating Christmas and their 25th wedding anniversary. Later in the night when the couple retreated to their bedroom, a bomb exploded which injured both Harry and Harriette but left their daughter unharmed (the other daughter is not mentioned). 

The bomb was made from dynamite and had been placed directly under Harry and Harriette’s bedroom floor. Both Moores were rushed to the closest hospital that would treat African Americans which was located in Sanford, Florida which was almost 30 miles away from the Moore home. Harry died while being transported to the hospital and Harriette died nine days later from her injuries. 

Many people believe the only reason the Moores were targeted was due to Harry’s activism in the community. Since the murder there have been five separate criminal investigations completed. 

The first criminal investigation was done by the FBI and began on the night of the explosion, ending in 1955. The second investigation was done by the Brevard County Sheriff’s Office and the Brevard County State Attorney’s Office in 1978. 

The third investigation happened in 1991 by the Florida Department of Law Enforcement (FDLE). The fourth investigation was done in 2004 by the Florida Attorney General’s Office of Civil Rights. In 2008, the FBI investigated again as part of the Department of Justice’s “Cold Case Initiative.” 

Through the five different criminal investigations, four different subjects were implicated in the bombing. All four were known to be high up members of the Ku Klux Klan in the central region of Florida. The first subject, a man named Earl J. Brooklyn, had a reputation for being violent and was actually expelled from a Klavern of the KKK in Georgia for engaging in unsanctioned acts of violence. 

Earl J. Brooklyn apparently had floor plans of the Moore home and was recruiting people to help him in the bombing. The second person involved, Tillman H. “Curley” Belvin was also a violent member of the KKK and was close friends with Earl J. Brooklyn. 

Joseph Cox, was also involved and was implicated by another KKK member, Edward L. Spivey. Spivey had actually implicated Cox in a deathbed confession while he was dying from cancer in 1978. 

Joseph Cox had actually taken his own life in 1952, one day after he was confronted by the FBI. Both Earl J. Brooklyn and Tillman H. Belvin died while the FBI was working on their initial investigation. Belvin died of natural causes in August 1952. Brooklyn died from natural causes on Christmas Day 1952, exactly one year to the day of the Moore murders. 

No arrests were ever made in the case as all 4 members died. The investigation revealed that Harry’s activism made him a target to the KKK. The Department of Justice Civil Rights Division closed the file in 2011. 

The next morning after the bombing, December 26, 1951, angry men in black neighbourhoods were going around spreading the word of the bombing. Many men and women, still in their night clothes, walked through the streets protesting. Many of these people knew Harry Moore personally and were angry at this racist attack. 

The murders of Harry and Harriette Moore caused nationwide protests. President Harry S Truman and Governor Fuller Warren both received telegrams and letters in protest of the murders. In New York City on January 5, 1952, Jackie Robinson held a memorial service which brought 3000 mourners. The NAACP also held a memorial service in March 1952 in the Madison Square Garden. About 15,000 were in attendance and people like Langston Hughes came to give respects.

In 1952, Harry Moore was posthumously awarded the NAACP’s Spingarn Medal. In 1999, the Moores home became an Historical Heritage Landmark of the State of Florida. Brevard County’s local government christened the “Harry T. and Harriette Moore Memorial Park and Interpretive Center.”