Jeremiah Cameron

My favorite high school English teacher. A brilliant man and an enthusiastic teacher. He taught me to be a better writer.

I was sorry to hear of Dr. Cameron death. He was the very first teacher I had at Penn Valley in 1981. I attended his English class on Saturday mornings. I don't remember hardly any of my other teacher's names, but I remember him. I picture him now with the end of his glasses up to his mouth. I never missed a class, and wish I could of taken more classes from him. He made you want to do your very best. I cherish the B he gave me, because I know I had to work hard and earn it. To his...

My fondest memory of Jeremiah Cameron was in 1974 as a graduate student in his African American Literature class at U.M.K.C. He stood up on the table in the middle of the room lecturing on Wright's, Native Son. He was magnificent, moving, powerful. What a scholar who inspired so many young people at a time when we weren't supposed to be scholarly or believing in a bright future. God bless his family. J.C. was such a statue in his day.

To the Family of Dr. Cameron,

May the Lord bless you at this time. Dr. Cameron was a pillar in the community and was a prime example of excellence in all he strived to be. He was a man that was truly loved and admired by his community. We will miss him. May God bless you and keep you Dr. Cameron.

To Dr. Cameron's immediate family, and to all of his "extended family" composed of ALL of his students: We have truly lost a genuine Guiding Light. My only regret is that I didn't have the privilege of becoming one of his students until I returned to school in my mid-thirties. In his Blackamerican Literature class at Penn Valley CC, I learned as much Black History as I did English! While he taught those subjects, he also taught discipline, dignity, and purpose. ALL of us are better human...

Civil Rights and the Kansas City NAACP, and community will miss a very good friend.

Thank you, Dr. Cameron, for not only teaching me English in high school but also on how to become a better person.

Charles, Me-mah (Mrs. Josephine) and family, our condolences and prayers goes out to you. It was always a pleasure to be in the company of Uncle Jerry. He will surely be missed. We love you all!
Phillip, Patricia, T.J., Addison and Mrs. Houston.

The one teacher who encouraged me to go to college. I am forever thankful for your encouragement. You are more than a footnote in Kansas City's African/American history. May God be pleased with you.