Eunice Johnson: Black American Royalty

Eunice Johnson: Black American Royalty

It might be difficult for people to understand how large the Johnson family looms for many in black America, especially now that the first family is black. But before the Obamas there were the Johnsons, the wealthiest and most fashionable black family in America.

John Johnson epitomized the Horatio Alger story. Spurred by two legendary black women — the first of course being his mother — Johnson, according to legend, started his publishing empire with a $500 loan. His mother let him use her furniture as collateral. That goes to show that black mothers had a firm grasp on microfinancing long before it was Nobel Prize-worthy.

And then there was his wife. Eunice Johnson was a partner to her husband's success. When John Johnson wanted to create the black equivalent of Life magazine, Eunice Johnson named it Ebony. When she was asked to put on a fashion show for charity, she took it on the road and raised millions. Then when those ebony-hued women couldn't find makeup in the cities they traveled to, she helped her publisher husband realize the necessity and profitability of cosmetics for black, brown and tan women. So today while the publishing part of the company struggles, women across the globe spend hundreds of millions on Fashion Fair makeup.

When Eunice Johnson went to Paris or Milan to purchase haute couture, at first she was an oddity. Some of the white designers were reluctant to sell. But Andre Leon Talley, the editor at large of Vogue magazine, told Michele Norris that Johnson didn't make a scene. She waited for the fashion houses to realize how deep her pockets were and how broad her influence was in America. And Tally says that soon, "they received her like she were an editor of Vogue." Yves Saint Laurent would leave his work for her, and Coco Chanel would visit Johnson at her home.

Eunice and John Johnson were black royalty. They were an essential part of the cultural life of black America. Maybe you read Ebony or Jet, even if they were dog-eared copies in the beauty shop. Maybe you watched your mother and her friends dress up to go to a Fashion Fair show. Maybe your first compact of blush was Chocolate Chip. Maybe you dreamed of going into journalism because you walked home past the Ebony/Jet building in Chicago after school. Maybe you were lucky enough to spy Eunice Johnson in her Rolls-Royce cruising down Michigan Avenue.

She wasn't really a celebrity. To a kid on the South Side of Chicago, she was as close to the Queen Mother as you could get.