I'm a proud member of the Rotary Club of Downtown Durham. This year I'm the publicity chairman. The first event I undertook to publisize was our participation with Duke, NCCU and Stop Hunger Now in the Million Meals campaign. NCCU really took the lead in the publicity, so for our part I did a guest editorial in for the Herald-Sun. The first draft was about 1200 words and the paper asked me to get it down to about 800. This was tougher than writing it in the first place but I did it. I do tend to run on. It was much tighter at 800 words but I had to drop a lot of the detail. I did get good reviews from the people who saw it and were thoughtful enough to say anything. Below is the longer version.
A Million Meals…
A full year before President Kennedy was assassinated in the late fall of 1962 it was generally acknowledged that the two best high school football teams in Richmond, the old capital of the Confederacy, where, improbably, Benedictine, a small parochial school, and Maggie Walker, one of the two “colored” high schools in a segregated school system. Some of the parents at both schools saw an opportunity to make some money for the respective athletic associations and briefly attempted to schedule a postseason game between the teams. The city fathers, unsure of what would happen if an all white team faced an all black team for the first time, would not allow the game to be played at City Stadium and the idea died away. As a senior on that Benedictine team I’m a little ashamed to admit that I wasn’t disappointed. It had been a long season and I was beat up, tired of practicing every afternoon and saw no reason to risk our perfect record playing against a team we knew nothing about. Maggie Walker was never included in the “Metro” rankings in the newspaper and had to travel to other communities to schedule games with other Black segregated schools.
Coincidently, after college I spent my brief teaching career split between those same two high schools but I had pretty much forgotten about that incident until 1972. There was a lot of history made in the intervening years including the assassinations of President Kennedy, his brother Bobby and Martin Luther King. I was teaching English at Maggie Walker. It had been officially integrated a few years earlier…I was the first white guy to play on the faculty basketball team…and only about 3 or 4 percent of the students were white. One day in the lunch room I was introduced to a visitor who was one of the school’s most famous graduates. Willie Lanier was then a star linebacker for the Kansas City Chiefs and was eventually inducted into the NFL Hall of Fame. Willie, it turned out, had been on that high school team back in 1962 and had a very strong memory of how disappointed they had been that they were not allowed to come out of the shadows and demonstrate how good they were against us and our “All-Metro” players.
All this came to mind on the evening of January 23 while I was trying to make myself useful as one of the Rotary Club volunteers at an annual event on the NCCU campus coordinated by Stop Hunger Now and sponsored by the Triangle United Way, Duke, NC Central and Rotary, as part of the Million Meals campaign. Many of the Rotarians present were also members of the staffs and faculties of the two schools. I’m sure some will think I’m as clueless now as I was in 1962, but what struck me was how all this came together with little consideration of race.
The goal for this night was to package 75,000 meals. Three rows of long tables where set up with funnels and bins of the ingredients where teams of 5, mostly students from the two schools, were mixing the ingredients in plastic bags. In what appeared to be determined chaos and usually indicates good planning, other teams kept the ingredient bins full and moved the unsealed bags to another long row of tables where each bag was weighed, adjusted, and sealed. From there they went to another row of tables were they were packed in shipping boxes.
This was billed as a Martin Luther King Day event and snatches of his speeches were backed by the beat heavy music provided by a Rotarian turned disk jockey. But this was background, sort of like theology is at a church picnic. The primary theme here was feeding the hungry and having a good time doing it. A chorus of cheers went up every time a gong was struck indicating another 1000 meals were ready to go. The bagging didn’t stop until well past the goal when there were no more plastic bags and some of the ingredients were used up. Many of the volunteers who had been there for both of the two hour shifts stayed on to break down the tables, sweep the floor and otherwise clean up even as the last bags were being sealed and packed.
As notable as the accomplishment of packaging all those meals was, what really made an impression on me were the students from both schools. Besides the tremendous energy and focus on the tasks, these were people who were comfortable in their own skins, comfortable with each other regardless of race and even comfortable with us folks from another age. After all, President Kennedy and Dr. King are as far removed from them as I was from Woodrow Wilson in 1968 when Dr. King was shot. It’s taken a lot of pain and many epiphanies but we’ve come a long way since then.
When I left the Walker Building about 10:20 my feet and my knees hurt but I felt good about what I had seen. Elements of the NCCU marching band were still on the football field practicing, a sound that is part of the urban ambiance of nearby Forest Hills…still my favorite neighborhood, even though I don’t live there anymore.
I decided to take the most direct route home. This took me east on Lawson and then north towards town on South St. South runs parallel to the old railroad right-of-way that is now the American Tobacco Trail and through the St. Teresa neighborhood which has seen its share of troubles over the years. The first intersection is Apex St, so called supposedly because it was the highest elevation in the city. Indeed, the intersection does provide a grand view into a revitalized downtown. However, when the dilapidated Apex St. Bridge, which spans the Trail, was closed to through traffic a few years ago it became for some a symbol of the racial divide. I had used the bridge almost daily for several years when I was commuting from Forest Hills to Raleigh, which is why I knew the route so well.
The next intersection on South is Enterprise St. On this particular night there were a half dozen people near the corners in the shadows just out of the dim glare of the street light. For all I really know they were out late on this cold night to share a little conversation, but the sullen body language of the hooded figures was in sharp contrast to the energy I had felt from the hundreds of college students back on campus. The short trip became a back-to-reality reminder, perhaps, that the movement Dr. King helped lead is not finished. Even after all these years there is much work to do, many more meals to package, and many more people to bring out of the shadows.
Willie Lanier was never destined for the shadows. After leaving the NFL he returned to Richmond and became a successful stockbroker and supporter of a foundation created in his name to provide financial and academic support for high school students and help them enroll in Black Heritage Universities. He and Arthur Ashe are the only two athletes ever honored by the Virginia Press Association as Virginians of the Year. Durham has its own heroes like them who escaped with spirits intact from the 60s when ignorance, veniality and meanness dominated so much of our race relations. I’m pretty sure some of them were anonymous participants at the event at NCCU the other night helping to pack meals while passing the torch along to another generation.