Lessons from the Iron Door
Growing up in Miami’s Liberty City housing projects, Charles Maree’s mother had one rule: safety first. Every morning,…
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Charles Maree is a retired Miami firefighter who rose from the city’s Liberty City projects to become Assistant Fire Chief across his 30-year career. He earned his high school diploma through night classes at 21 and later completed an Associate’s in Emergency Medical Services (1996), a Bachelor’s in Public Administration, and a Master’s in Management.
Maree faced systemic racism as one of only four Black officers promoted to captain or higher in the department’s first century. After his retirement, he now volunteers at Camillus House, where he serves Miami’s homeless community. His journey from locking himself in his mother’s iron door as a child to leading emergency crews reflects resilience without pretense.
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Finished this in a week. I cried at when Charles described filing his teeth with a metal tool... I could feel the pain. His struggle against the ‘gods’ in the department like counseled for laughing loud is every Black firefighter’s truth. The tangerine riot scene stuck with me. Not just a book; our history.
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Grandma’s switch meant for my brother hit me instead. I screamed loud. She told me, “Be quiet!” Meanwhile, the guilty brother slipped away unhurt. My first lesson in unfairness.
Our family arrived in Miami on a packed Greyhound bus. I threw up on my brother. We moved into a tiny Overtown apartment with neighbors yelling at 2 a.m.
Mama locked us inside with a huge iron door every day. We watched free kids play in our dirt yard through the screen. Security meant staying alive till she returned.
Uncle Ted was huge with red eyes. When he yelled, I felt scared enough to lose control. He beat Mama, then took us to Burger King like nothing happened.
I found a flat basketball and begged my father for Fix-a-Flat. He refused. Later, I filed my overcrowded teeth with a metal tool. Both moments shaped my drive.