I never thought of putting it exactly that way because what happened to
James Meredith so far transcended what happened to me that, although the
basic underlying conflict is the same, the personal experience that he
underwent was so much more traumatic and so much more of an ordeal than
mine that from that point of view his case reduces mine to a footnote if
anybody was going to write a book about the whole period. Which is not
to say that mine was not traumatic in a personal sense to me and my
wife. Apparently nobody ever tried to kill me, and they
didn't have to send the troops into the state on my account
or anything like that. So Meredith's personal experience and
ordeal was a far more dramatic one than mine. I was white; he was black.
He was the first one who was breaking that
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segregated line, whereas I was just teaching and talking and writing, so
it was a difference. But I guess you could say that I like to think I
performed a constructive and a useful role while I was teaching at Ole
Miss. But I've always thought that it was mainly what
influence I might have had on my students, who went back and practiced
law and went to the Legislature and became judges. In other words, the
very influence that these people were afraid that I would exercise, I
like to think that they were right, that I did exercise a little bit of
it. And none of them went back and became crusaders. A lot of them went
back and kept their mouths shut. A couple of them went back and found
that their views made their hometowns unpalatable, and they left the
state. But I have always believed that in times and places that nobody
could ever identify, that a lot of students who went through my classes
were able to exercise an ameliorating influence in their local racial
situations. And I like to think that I had at least some part to play in
the fact that they were willing, instead of being rabid Citizens
Councils people—and they couldn't afford to go to
the other extreme either—but what they could afford to do,
and a lot of them did do, was to try to be reasonable and ameliorative,
and a lot of them did do that. And I like to think that I had some
degree of influence in their wanting to do that. But that's
the only sense in which I think I made any real contribution to anything
down there. And even there I would have to take a back seat to Bob
Farley, the Dean of the Law School, who really did go up and down the
state speaking to bar associations about the duty to obey the Supreme
Court. And of course,
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too. But he was a truly heroic figure. Or Jim Silver, the history
professor who had been there since the 1930's influencing I
don't know how many Mississippians, and they'd
been after Jim for years. They thought he was a communist. Jim said,
"They used to call me a communist, and now they only call me a
socialist. I must be slipping."
[Laughter] When Meredith came to the campus, Jim was the
only faculty member who would go sit with Meredith in the cafeteria or
would have anything to do, played golf with him and whatnot. I mean
that's really sticking your neck out. I'm not
trying to minimize the importance of whatever I did, although I
can't really judge it. I think to some extent at some times
and places with some people I did do something useful. But
I'm not in the same league, really, with Meredith or Bob
Farley or Jim Silver so far as the contribution is concerned. I
wouldn't want to be left out of the story completely, you
understand, but I wouldn't want you or anybody else to think
that I was more important than I really was.