As the widow of Ensign Jesse Brown, the U.S. Navy's first black pilot, I have been hoping and dreaming for 48 years that the story of his life would be told. At last, "The Flight of Jesse Leroy Brown," by Theodore Taylor, an Avon Book, is on the shelves around the country. Impoverished, son of a Mississippi sharecropper, Jesse never knew the luxury of running water, electricity or an indoor toilet. But he fell in love with aviation as a child, pausing to look up from his cotton hoe at passing planes to say, "That's where I want to be." Advised to enter a Negro college, at 17 he enrolled in Ohio State (99 percent white) as a personal challenge and was told by an ROTC instructor that "no nigger would ever sit his ass in a Navy cockpit." Jesse proved him wrong and became a carrier pilot, a daily up-hill struggle over his complexion throughout almost two years of training. Against all regulations, knowing he could be kicked out, Jesse married me in October, 1947, simply because he "needed me." We were deeply in love. There were about 600 cadets at Pensacola and his was the only black face. The pressures were overwhelming. He'd fought racism all his life. He hid me in town. We saw each other occasionally, and a year later we were blessed with Pamela. Jesse was killed in combat over North Korea in December 1950. From time to time writers contacted me and Jesse's brothers wanting to tell the story but none were qualified until Navy veteran Ted Taylor came along. We worked closely with him for more than a year. I and my family are very proud of "The Flight of Jesse Leroy Brown," a dream come true.