Denmark Reid

Looking back on my journey through athletics, I’m filled with gratitude — for the people, the moments, and the lessons that shaped not only my basketball career but the person I’ve become.

First and foremost, I want to thank my mother, Dorothy Reid, and my father, Thomas Reid, for being my foundation. Their strength, love, and belief in me gave me everything I needed to chase my dreams. My sisters — Denise, Trina, Kelly, and Jolene — my brothers, Jimmy and Jerry, and especially my nephew Isaac, who, despite being older, lit the competitive fire in me early on, were all vital pieces of my support system. Each of them inspired me in their own way and pushed me to strive for more.

Basketball was never just a game to me — it was a way of life. From the neighborhood courts to the roaring gymnasiums of Jefferson High, I poured everything I had into every practice, every play, every possession. I was blessed to have examples around me who made greatness feel tangible: my cousin Gregg West, Tony Ross, Patrick Strickland, and of course, Portland legends Terrell Brandon and Damon Stoudamire. Watching their dedication and excellence made me believe I could push the game to another level.

The years I spent at Jefferson were some of the best years of my life. The brotherhood I shared with teammates, the late-night practices, the city championships, and the roar of the crowd during state tournaments—all of those moments are etched in my memory. I learned the value of hard work, discipline, humility, and leadership — lessons that carried over into every aspect of life beyond basketball.

A very special thank you goes to Mr. and Mrs. Walden, who I always say “created a monster.” They taught me the game early — before most eve nknew what a triple-threat position was — and they turned me into a scoring machine. Their belief in me, their structure, and their time invested gave me the foundation and confidence to play this game at a high level from the very beginning. I’ll always be grateful for that early fire they helped ignite.

One of the lasting impressions I carry is the power of representation — what it means for a young kid to see someone who looks like them succeed. I was once that kid, looking up to others. Now, I hope my journey has shown others what’s possible when talent meets work ethic, and when passion is fueled by community support.

Being inducted into the PIL Hall of Fame is not just a personal honor — it’s a celebration of everyone who walked with me, taught me, challenged me, and believed in me. Jefferson wasn’t just where I played ball. It was where I grew into myself.

Thank you for recognizing my part in this rich history. I am proud to represent Jefferson, the PIL, and the city of Portland. I wouldn’t be where I am today without the unwavering support and love of my best friend and the mother of my children, Kristie Reid. Through every challenge and every triumph, Kristie has stood by me with strength, compassion, and a belief in me that never wavered. Her resilience and dedication to our family continue to inspire me daily.

And my sons, Jaelan Reid, Jaysn Reid and Josiah Reid — they aret he fire that keeps me going. Everything I do now, I do with them in mind. Watching them grow, learn, and become their own people has given my life deeper purpose. They remind me of who I am, what I’ve overcome, and why I keep pushing forward. Their love and presence are the driving forces behind everything I strive for. I also have to give a special mention to Willie Davis. Like a big brother, Willie played a huge role in shaping who I am today. His presence in my life, especially during those early years, helped guide me in ways I didn’t even realize at the time. It was Willie who I patterned my jumpshot after — and anyone who knows me knows how important that shot became. His influence reached far beyond the court.

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