50 Years After George Wallace’s Stand

A University of Alabama alumna tells what it was like 15 years after the governor tried to stop integration.

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George Wallace stands in front of Foster Auditorium at the University of Alabama (AFP/Getty Images)

(The Root) — Fifteen years after Vivian Malone and James Hood successfully enrolled at the University of Alabama, I had my first day of classes in August of 1978 at the “Capstone of Higher Education” — the state’s flagship.

On June 11, 1963, Alabama Gov. George C. Wallace, an iconic segregationist, stood in the door of Foster Auditorium to prevent Malone and Hood from enrolling as undergraduates at the university. Wallace stepped aside only after President John F. Kennedy activated the Alabama National Guard, which ordered him to allow Hood and Malone to enroll. They began classes on June 12.

I entered in the summer of 1978 fully aware of the institution’s racist past and with a quiet commitment to single-handedly tearing down any remaining vestiges of segregation. I exited four years later, with a crimson-covered diploma in hand, a few battle scars and dozens of lifelong friends, including many who grew up along winding roads in the countryside instead of on urban streets and asphalt courts.

Educated in the inner-city schools of Birmingham — where the works of Ralph Ellison, Langston Hughes, Gwendolyn Brooks and Nikki Giovanni had been woven into my tapestry — I put on my Levi’s jeans, sneakers and an Izod knit top and dashed off for a 9 a.m. Biology 101 class with Dr. Graham. In the huge auditorium filled with about 350 students, I counted five blacks.

It’s always hot in Alabama in August. On that Monday morning, I quickly made my way on foot from my residence at Tutwiler Hall, passing Denny Chimes and crossing the huge quad along the way. A photographer had captured Malone making a similar trek in 1963. But on this day, there was no need for photographers or an escort. After the first two black students successfully entered and began classes at the university in 1963, thousands more would follow.

In storied places like ten Hoor Hall, Manley Hall and Phifer Hall, I studied political theory, broadened my knowledge of English literature and learned that true journalists develop a mastery of Associated Press style. Those lessons, however, pale in comparison with the learning that is yet to be captured in bound pages and volumes:

* A person’s race may affect his or her appearance, but beneath the exterior, many of us are basically the same, with similar needs and desires. I had never listened seriously to country music until I got to know one of my dorm neighbors from Sand Mountain in northeast Alabama. She had never really listened to jazz or the blues until I pulled out some albums. We both enjoyed the stories told in the music. She’s probably on a beach right now with B.B. King on her iPod.

 

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