Herb supported every worthy community cause in Chicago. He was always present. His voice was magic, black velvet. He overcame cancer, which he contracted at age 60. He was no angel; he overcame addictive issues. He was always a classy guy. I loved his cowboy hat with his tuxedo. So cool.
There is not a black deejay in this town that has not had a Herb Kent experience or teachable moment. He was always encouraging and helpful to anyone in radio media. He was the master and he knew it and he shared it. He taught at Chicago State University to groom another generation.
His teaching was important to him because a professor had told him when he was in college in the 1940s and considering broadcasting as a career, that he wouldn’t go far in radio because he had a great voice but that he was “a Negro.” Blacks didn’t have many opportunities in the field at that time.
Herb told the professor, “Man, just give me my grade,” which was an A, and he went on to become the first Black announcer inducted into the Broadcast Museum’s Radio Hall of Fame. He was also just recently put into the National R&B Hall of Fame and has a street in Chicago named after him.
I, along with so many others, loved Herb Kent. To remember him, perhaps we should have the world’s largest and best steppers set in his honor. Herbie Baby was the coolest gent and Chicago radio will never be the same.
Below are final arrangements.
VIEWING
FRIDAY OCTOBER 28th
2:00 PM – 8:00 PM
Robey Park Manor Funeral Home
2510 Chicago Road
Chicago Heights, Illinois 60411
708-756-2310
WAKE & HOMEGOING SERVICE
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 29th
9:00 AM — Wake
10:00 AM – Service
House of Hope
752 East 114th Street
Chicago, Illinois 60628
773-568-8350