Harris was born in Texas in 1932. His mom worked in a school cafeteria. His dad, a farmer, died when Harris was young. When he was 12, Harris moved to California to live with his aunt. A teacher there encouraged him to take a chemistry class. He loved it!
Harris’s other love was music. He played the trumpet and French horn in school bands and received a scholarship to study music at Huston-Tillotson College—a historically Black institution in Texas. But after performing on the road briefly during college, he decided that a musician’s life wasn’t for him and shifted his focus to science.
In 1953, Harris graduated from Huston-Tillotson with a degree in chemistry. After two years in the Army, he started applying for laboratory jobs. The process was a struggle, as Harris frequently experienced racism. Racial discrimination was widespread in the 1950s, and Black Americans were often denied equal access to education, employment, and housing. In a 1973 interview with Ebony magazine, Harris recalled that at some workplaces, people assumed he was applying to be a janitor rather than a scientist. In 1955, he was hired as a chemist at Tracerlab, a California company that made equipment for detecting radiation—high-energy particles and rays.
In 1960, Harris got a new job at the government-run Berkeley Lab. In his early years there, he studied radioactive decay. During this process, unstable atoms—the smallest units of an element—break down, releasing radiation. Later, Harris joined a Berkeley group working toward the goal of producing new elements.