Ernie Hudson - Early Life

Early Life

Hudson was born in Benton Harbor, Michigan, the son of Maggie Donald, who died of tuberculosis when Hudson was two months old; Hudson never knew his father. He was subsequently raised by his maternal grandmother, Arrana Donald. He has a half-brother, Lewis Hudson. After a short time in the Marine Corps, he moved to Detroit, where he became the resident playwright at Concept East, the oldest Black Theatre company in the US. In addition, he enrolled at Wayne State University to further develop his writing and acting skills, and found time to establish the Actors' Ensemble Theatre where he and other talented young black writers directed and appeared in their own works, before enrolling and subsequently graduating from Yale School of Drama.

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