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                <head>Interview with Don West, January 22, 1975. Interview E-0016.</head>
                <byline>Conducted by Jacquelyn Hall and Ray Faherty</byline>
                <note type="deposit" anchored="no">
                    <p>Transcript on deposit at The Southern Historical Collection, The Louis Round
                        Wilson Library</p>
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                        the Southern Oral History Program Collection #4007, <lb />Southern Historical
                        Collection, The Wilson Library, <lb />University of North Carolina at Chapel
                        Hill”</p>
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                    Carolina</note>
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                <head>Abstract</head>
                <p>Activist, leftist, poet, and ordained minister Don West remembers a lifetime of
                    union and civil rights activism in this interview. West&#x0027;s father,
                    determined to give his children the education he never had, left his home in the
                    mountains of Georgia for cotton country, hoping to support his family with
                    sharecropping and send his children to local schools. West&#x0027;s family
                    brought mountain values with them when they left their home, and those
                    values--independence, respect, hard work, and faith--shaped West&#x0027;s
                    life as a Christian left-wing activist. West worked his way through his
                    undergraduate and graduate education, earning a doctoral degree in divinity from
                    Vanderbilt University while acting as a labor organizer in high-profile strikes,
                    including the 1929 cotton mill strike in Gastonia, North Carolina, and the coal
                    strike in Wilder, Tennessee. West describes some of his experiences in union
                    organizing. Hounded by local and federal law enforcement, as well as by
                    journalists and even members of the Communist Party, West moved from community
                    to community, allying himself with unions and other organizations across the
                    South, infiltrating mines and meeting with governors, distributing literature,
                    and teaching. This interview offers a detailed description of activism and
                    organizing in the South of the 1920s, 1930s, and 1940s, a region torn between
                    traditions of white supremacy and anti-unionism and the need for social and
                    economic progress.</p>
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                <head>Short Abstract</head>
                <p>Activist, leftist, poet, and ordained minister Don West remembers a lifetime of
                    union and civil rights activism.</p>
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                <head>Interview with Don West, January 22, 1975. <lb />Interview E-0016. Southern
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                    <pb id="p1" n="1" />
                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE A]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE A]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>When were you born, Don?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>June 6, 1906.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Your father was a small farmer in north Georgia.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>That's right. Gilmer County near Ellajay. About fifteen miles from
                            Ellajay. I was born on the Cantecay River. My father was a hill farmer.
                            All of the mountain people then, you know, who lived out of the towns,
                            were farmer people.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Owned his own land?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>We owned a little piece of land. About 100 acres of very rugged mountain
                            land. We sold it for $400 when we went to the cotton country. I was down
                            there last summer and they said any land around there is worth $2 to
                            $3,000 an acre. This is what's happened to mountain land.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Second homes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. Condominiums. Ski resorts. All kinds of tourism.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Did your father buy the land or did he get it from your grandparents—</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I think… when my mother married… my grandpa always had a custom. I
                            think he had thirteen kids and he always gave each one of his boys a
                            mule and each one of his girls a cow. On my father's side, I think my
                            grandfather helped my dad to get a little piece of land. Very cheap
                            then, you know. Practically everybody owned <pb id="p2" n="2" /> a little
                            piece of mountain land, that lived in the mountains. There were
                            practically no tenants. Tenant farming was down in the deep South.
                            Cotton country. Old slave country.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did you leave the mountains?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, my father wanted to get to a place where there would be more
                            schooling for the kids. As I said previously, we had only four months a
                            year total school term. I went through the sixth grade in that kind of
                            school. Down in the cotton country, which had been the old slave holding
                            country, they had seven and nine months schooling. My dad wanted to go
                            down there so we could get more education for the kids. We moved and he
                            became a sharecropper and that was the rest of his existence until he
                            died.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>How did he feel about moving from being a mountain land-owner to being a
                            sharecropper?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>He always wanted to go back. All my life as a kid, the rest of the time,
                            that was dad's hope. That someday he'd be able to go back to the
                            mountains. And that's true of all of our family. Our whole family went
                            down. Many of them went to the cotton mills. Adco in Cartersville. I had
                            one uncle, Harv, he was my father's brother. He was supposedly one of
                            the best moonshine liquor makers in the mountains. And he always had bad
                            luck. He'd get caught. But I remember, he also went down out of the
                            mountains. He didn't make liquor after he left the mountain and went to
                            the cotton mills. And when he died his last request was that they take
                            him back to the mountains and bury him. I remember I went with them. Oh,
                            it was a rough muddy little road up <pb id="p3" n="3" /> the Cantecay
                            River from Ellajayout to Cantecay. And we buried him in Ebenizer Church
                            yard. I wrote a story about that. He was a terrific figure to me. He was
                            a great big six feet and a half tall. And he was always poverty striken.
                            But when a kid went to his home, you know, he took you in and he'd sit
                            you down to a meal that had practically nothing on the table. But he
                            would laugh and you felt welcome and you felt like somebody, almost like
                            a king. You know, he was sitting you down to eat. Yet he hardly ever
                            knew where the next meal was coming from. He was a terrific character.
                            He always had, as I said, bad luck. Once the revenue men raided his
                            still. It was on the Cantecay River and there was a big bluff off into
                            the river. The revenuers were out on the side away from the river and
                            they said "We've got you now." My uncle looked around and saw that they
                            had him on that side. He made a big dive into the river. He was a good
                            swimmer. He escaped. He'd tell these stories and laugh. He said "And by
                            god I was there firing the furnace and the first thing I saw, I looked
                            up and here they were. I was a good runner. I thought well, I can outrun
                            them. I made a dive and caught my foot in a goddamn piece of brush and
                            fell. And they had me." They sent him to the pen.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>You mean your whole family. Not just your mother and father but your
                            uncles and you—</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>All of them. Both my gradfathers, our uncles and aunts. This was an
                            exodus. This was a general picture of north Georgia to Atlanta, or to
                            Cartersville, the cotton mills. See, the cotton mills came in around the
                            piedmont. I remember the first time I ever heard of <pb id="p4" n="4" />
                            cotton mills was the pack peddler. The pack peddler once a year used to
                            come through the mountains and he always stayed one night at our place
                            and stayed with other neighbors. You know, and he has his pack on his
                            back and he'd show us a pretty piece of cloth that he had and so on. And
                            he came one year talking about jobs that was down at the Atco and
                            Cartersville and Canton. Where the cotton mills had come, around the
                            foothills of the mountains. So mountain people just went out, as they
                            did over in North Carolina, to Gastonia, Marion and so on. So this was a
                            general picture. My grandfather on my father's side died working in the
                            Adco cotton mills, now at Atco, Georgia. That's where I learned the song
                            "Hard Times a Cotton Mills Girls" that Hedy has on one of her
                        albums.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>When was this that you moved?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Right after the first world war our family began moving. My grandfather
                            on my father's side moved out first. His family and then my father and
                            then my uncles and aunts generally followed afterwards. Most of our
                            people went into the cotton mills. But my mother said… I remember one of
                            my grandfather's said "Well, your family, you've got nine kids. They can
                            all get jobs in the cotton mill." And I remember my mother saying "I
                            never intend for one of my children to go into the cotton mill if I can
                            help It. I'll be willing to wash clothes and wear my knuckles bear and
                            anything to keep them out of the cotton mills." So none of my immediate
                            family ever went into the cotton mills. My father became a sharecropper
                            instead of a mill worker. Most of the others went into the mills. He
                            remained a sharecropper until he <pb id="p5" n="5" /> died.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Where was he a sharecropper?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>In Cobb County in Georgia around Marietta. The place where we used to
                            live now has the big bomber plant there. Right close to Marietta. It was
                            a medium sized thing. That wasn't a great big sharecropping area. The
                            big sharecropping was on down toward Atlanta. But a lot of tenant
                            farmers and sharecroppers were there. So my father went to that area and
                            we grew up. We all worked on the farm. I got these fingers shot off from
                            dynamite there on the farm. My mother, kids, brothers and sisters,
                            everybody worked.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Where did your father get his desire for you all to go to school?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I think it was his own awareness that he'd never had any education and my
                            mother hadn't had any. My mother had about a fifth grade education. And
                            they had a feeling that they would love for their kids to go on to
                            school. My mother used to read a lot. I remember once a Sears and
                            Roebuck catelogue had six classics advertised for ten cents apiece.
                            Little paperback books. And she ordered the whole six of them. And she
                            read them aloud to the kids, to us. I remember some of the neighbor kids
                            talking about "Well, Donnie West's mother's read a whole book." We just
                            didn't have any books. Bible was about the main stock and here we had
                            six books and my mother had read them all. All through the book, the
                            whole book.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Somewhere back your ancesters had been professional people.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, my grandfather's father had been a doctor. He was one of the
                            earliest settlers there. And he was the one that married a <pb id="p6"
                                n="6" /> Cherokee. I'm quite sure this must have influenced my
                            grandfather's attitude a great deal. Because he was not sympathetic to
                            the confederacy. Like thousands of other north Georgians, mountaineers,
                            who went with the Union rather than the Confederacy. And he always
                            taught us that we should respect all people, regardless of their color
                            or their race or their background. To hold nothing against people that
                            they themselves couldn't help.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>So while you were growing up he was still alive?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh my yes. He was, to me… well, I guess now we would call him sort of a
                            mountain patriarch. He was the head of his family. Great big. About six
                            feet and four inches. And as I sometimes say to some of my long haired
                            friends he was quite modern in more ways than his racial attitudes. He
                            had a great big beard down on his chest. I used to think, when I'd hear
                            the preachers talk about God, I'd think about God and he was almost the
                            spitting image of my old grandpa. With this big beard.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Was he practicing medicine?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>No, his father had, see. But there was no school. And before the civil
                            war they had no public school system. So my grandfather probably never
                            got as much as two grades of formal education. But he was a j.p. and a
                            leader in his community. He had a lot of native ability. Incidentally,
                            my grandfather was the first person that told me that scalping was not
                            an Indian practice but had been brought in by white man. I remember once
                            I took a little sixth grade history book home and was showing him a
                            picture of a couple of Indians. <pb id="p7" n="7" /> Had their knives and
                            had the hair of a white girl, just about ready to take the scalp. It
                            made him very angry. He said this told the wrong story. He said that in
                            the first place it was the white man that brought in the custom of
                            scalping, not the Indian. He had learned that from Chief White Path.
                            See, the Cherokee nation had been there in north Georgia and my
                            grandfather knew some of these Cherokee leaders very well. White Path
                            had been the war chief of the Cherokee.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>In the introduction to Cards of Southern Earth you tell a story about an
                            indentured servant who ran away with a Cherokee. Was that
                        apocryphal?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>That's an old legend. I don't know how accurate it would be.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>But what you're saying now is that your great grandfather was married to
                            a Cherokee woman. Did you go to Berry School?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, we went out to Berry. It was a school founded by Miss Martha Berry
                            for mountain children. A great deal was made about the school, made over
                            the school. Henry Ford, for example, put I don't know how many million
                            dollars into it to Berry. And he did it, I'm quite sure, with the idea
                            that he was helping to keep the pure attitude of the mountain people
                            separated from any kind of ideas of organization, union. Ford used to
                            come down to Berry when we were students there. He doted on the old
                            mountain folk dancing. I danced with Mrs. Ford many, many times. She and
                            Henry would be out there on the floor dancing the square dances. He gave
                            jobs in Detroit to lots of mountain kids, Berry kids. As I may have
                            mentioned to you previously, twice <pb id="p8" n="8" /> while I was at
                            Berry they showed this Birth of a Nation, taken from Dixon's Klansman. A
                            very vicious, anti-Negro kind of slanderous movie. And before the movie
                            would be shown the history teachers would prepare us in history class,
                            you know. Give us all the data back of this thing. I believed that if,
                            after that picture was shown, a black man had come across campus he
                            might have gotten beaten up or something. Because it stirred up a lot of
                            hard feeling. My feeling about it is that the missionary school such as
                            that… one of their purposes, intentional or otherwise, was to separate
                            the mountain youth from their real heritage. Our real heritage had been
                            a heritage of opposition to slavery. Abolitionism sentiment. Many
                            thousands of our people joined in the Union army rather than the
                            Confederate army. But at Berry we never learned a thing about this. You
                            see, Berry was only about 75 miles south of Jasper, Georgia, where the
                            Union flag was put on the courthouse every single day throughout the
                            four years of Civil War, there in the Georgia mountains. And we'd never
                            learn that kind of thing at Berry. We were shown The Birth of a
                        Nation.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>What years were you there?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Let's mee, must have been the early part of the '20s. Maybe about 1921 or
                            22 to '26, I guess. I got expelled at Berry when I was in my senior
                            year, but I had enough units, as they call it, to get into college. So I
                            got into Lincoln Memorial—</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>What did you get expelled for?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, there was a faculty member, who was chaplain, and he was the one
                            faculty member who fraternized with the students. He had a <pb id="p9"
                                n="9" /> victrola in his apartment and he'd let us come up and play.
                            Had a lot of old folk records. I don't know how he happened to get them
                            because he was a Presbyterian from Philadelphia. But he was very
                            friendly with us and we all liked him. One of the things they didn't
                            like at Berry was for a faculty member to, as they call it, fraternize
                            with the students. So they fired him. There were three of us who
                            protested very strongly, too strongly I suppose, until we got our
                            walking papers along with this chaplain.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Were the teachers mostly northern—</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Mostly they were. They would bring in the teachers mostly from somewhere
                            up north to teach. Most of these mission schools in the mountains, I
                            would say… my observation has been that most of them were staffed by
                            northern people. Martha Berry was southern.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>What was she like?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I used to live in her home. I was her personal clean up boy around her
                            house for one semester. She was very, I guess, benevolent and very
                            conscious of her superior aristocratic position. We were treated like
                            little servant kids.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>How did you feel about that at the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I didn't particularly like it. Never did.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>What was the school like?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Very strict. Girls and boys were strickly separated. When we went to
                            chapel one marched in on one aisle and one on the other. You'd get a
                            demerit if you were ever seen, you know, having anything to do with a
                            girl, like even speaking to one or smiling at each other. <pb id="p10"
                                n="10" /> Very, very strict. Girls on their side and the boys on
                            their side on the campus and everywhere. Never let us get together
                            except occasionally we'd have a social, as they called it, or some kind
                            of a little party. And particularly when the Henry Ford group came down
                            they'd get us all together and we acted like we were real human beings
                            then, you know. Ford was out there on the floor. used to get amused at
                            the way they'd hook up the old oxen to a wagon and drive it all around
                            the campus when Ford's party was there. They'd maneuver it to have the
                            ox wagon meet the Ford group at every possible chance. As I said in the
                            little thing I wrote, maybe they thought he might give us a sliver or
                            two. Later, of course, he did. Millions.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Later on there was a strike at Berry's school that got a little
                            publicity.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>That was after I was there. A good while later. I was connected with
                            that. I was in Atlanta during that period. This is a thing I didn't
                            think to mention last night. While I was working with the Angelo Herndon
                            defense committee in Atlanta. The students, that summer, were working….
                            See, we used to stay on the campus and work in the summer to pay for our
                            board and room on through the rest of the year. The students were
                            complaining that they were only getting ten cents an hour for their
                            labor. And a committee of students came down to Atlanta to see me and
                            said "Would you come up and organize us? We want to organize." Well, I
                            was tied up and couldn't leave at that time but I sent a young student
                            organizer up there that was connected with some kind of student union.
                            He went up and he was not too discriminating. <pb id="p11" n="11" /> He
                            went to see a certain boy that had come to see me. I gave him his name
                            and address. And he left a note on the door. The boy was not in and he
                            left a note on the door. And of course the housemother got the note and
                            turned it in to the principal. The note said get all the boys and meet
                            me at a certain gate. And when they met they were surrounded by a bunch
                            of deputy sheriffs and they were arrested and the boy was put in jail.
                            So we had a big ruckus about this. One of the school officials, with
                            about fifteen of the chosen students, came down to Kennisaw, Georgia,
                            where my father lived. They came down to see me. I wasn't at home. But I
                            rode a motorcycle in those days and I came in just as they were leaving,
                            about 100 yards up the road. They saw me coming, they knew it was me on
                            the motorcycle. So they blocked the road and stopped me and we had a
                            powwow for over an hour. One of the things I remember. They said "If you
                            ever come on the campus again we are going to string you up to the first
                            limb we can get you to." I was never to set my foot on the campus again.
                            That was a sort of an interesting thing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did the students think to come down to see you in the first place?
                            You had some connection?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I guess they knew something of my attitude. I was pretty well known
                            for believing in organization. I had written a little piece for the New
                            Republic about Berry School.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Critical?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, well, I was pointing out that the students had grievances, justified
                            grievances, and had absolutely no voice of their own. <pb id="p12"
                                n="12" /> And they were paid arbitrarily. Determined that they should
                            be paid ten cents an hour and so on. One day, for example, I received
                            300 letters in one mail. The postman had a special box to bring them out
                            to my father's place. Three hundred letters. And the editor of the New
                            Republic wired me. He said "We have received hundreds of letters here,
                            protesting what you've written, saying that it's wrong and that you were
                            lying." I said why don't you send a special investigator down. I don't
                            know whether you've ever heard of the writer, Hamilton Basso. Hamilton
                            Basso was a South Carolinian, I believe. Anyway, he wrote books. He was
                            quite a well known writer then. They got Hamilton Basso to go to the
                            campus and do a story, do an investigation. He spent a week on the
                            campus and he wrote his story, for the New Republic. And he vindicated
                            everything that I had written plus bringing out a lot of things that I
                            hadn't. Like, for example, he never was allowed, on the campus, to be
                            out of sight of a special agent that tailed him everywhere he went, all
                            over the campus. He wrote all of this up and submitted it to the school
                            officials for any reply, if they had any reply to it. They had none, so
                            they published Basso's thing, which, as I say, vindicated everything I
                            said. So I had become pretty well known for that kind of thing. And I'd
                            been active there on the defense of Angela Herndon.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>So you left Berry School, then about 192—</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, it must have been 23 when I left there. I took a job with the
                            Southern Bell Telephone Company. Stringing wires from Gainesville to
                            Talluleh Falls up through the north Georgia mountains. Southern <pb
                                id="p13" n="13" /> Bell was putting in some new wires. We went along
                            sort of like an extra gang on the railroad. We'd spend a week here and a
                            week there, one place to another. Toward the end of the summer I wrote
                            to Lincoln Memorial, telling them that I didn't have my diploma but I
                            had seventeen units. You had to have twenty-one units to graduate from
                            Berry and in ordinary colleges sixteen units would get you in. I asked
                            if it would be possible to get into college on that basis. They thought
                            it would. Finally, after I finished the summer working with Southern
                            Bell, I hitchhiked up to LMU and I got on the campus. My father, as I
                            said, was a sharecropper and he always was hard up to get money to buy
                            his fertilizer and the things to run on while he made a crop. So I had
                            given him all the money I had except I had enough to get to college and
                            I had $1.65 left. I went in to see the dean. Dean Lewis. And I told him
                            the story. I said I'd like to go to college, but I don't have any money.
                            I said "I've got a total of $1.65 in cash." Well, he says "Are you
                            willing to work?" I said "I've never known anything else but work. I'm
                            not afraid of work." So he says "If you're willing to work, we think you
                            can make it." So I did everything from milk cows, dig ditches to cut
                            corn to carry laundry and wash dishes and pick chickens. Everything that
                            you can conceive of to get through college. I don't say this bragging,
                            but I always sent money home to my father. Because he was extremely
                            poor. To help him with the other kids, you know. And then I worked to
                            pay for the tuition for my older sister to come on to Berry and then
                            come on to LMU. She came on with <pb id="p14" n="14" /> me to
                        college.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did you want brothers and sisters to go to Berry?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, at the time that they came, my older sister came, I was at school
                            there and I wanted them all to get as much education as possible. That
                            was the only school I knew then. See, I was just a teenage kid. I was
                            there. It was the only thing I knew about school. Before I went there,
                            when we were living in Douglass County then, I was walking to high
                            school. It must have been five or six miles from Lithia Springs to
                            Douglassville. We lived on a place we were renting down there, little
                            farm. That was a long walk. And my father said "If you can make it,
                            making your expenses, I will be willing for you to leave." You know, it
                            used to be that a boy had to stay at home until he was 21. Then he was
                            his own man. But he says "You are free if you want to make it. If you
                            can make it." So that's how I happened to go off on my own. I was about
                            sixteen or so. I'd gone through the ninth grade in Douglassville. That's
                            where I had the problem of having to wear bib overalls and all the
                            little town boys had other kind of pants. But I continued to wear the
                            bib overalls.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Lincoln Memorial was a fairly strict school, too, wasn't it?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>It was fairly. Not as much as Beria and not as much as Berry. I really
                            felt great freedom when I first got there because they didn't tie you
                            down. Not like Berry or Beria. But Lincoln had lots of rigid rules and
                            regulations. Students didn't have much to say about <pb id="p15" n="15"
                            /> campus affairs. Policies and so on. So there again, when I was a
                            senior, we got involved in activities demanding more rights and
                            privileges as students. And we had a strike. Of course I was expelled
                            there at LMU. As I indicated in my talk last night, I was eventually
                            re-instated. But when I was leaving LMU I had a younger brother. I
                            didn't want him to go to Berry and I didn't want him to go to LMU. But
                            there was a school over in Kentucky called Stuart Robinson School at
                            Blackey, Kentucky. Blackey is in Letcher County. I'd been up and visited
                            with the school and knew the principal. So this brother of mine—he was
                            several years younger—I had him come up to LMU. I bought him a bus
                            ticket at Cumberland Gap to go over to Whitesburg and to Blackey, to get
                            in school there. I paid for his first entrance fee. I had $5 left when
                            I'd bought his bus ticket. So I hitchhiked from Cumberland Gap over to
                            Louisville, Kentucky. I had written to the Presbyterian seminary. I was
                            going to be a Presbyterian preacher. And I had a promise of a
                            scholarship. I had my records and all on file. So I hitchhiked over to
                            Louisville and I got there a couple of days early. I started with $5 and
                            I had just a little bit of change in my pocket when I got to Louisville.
                            I went up to the dormitory and asked the house mother if I could stay in
                            a dormitory room rather than having to go to a hotel or somewhere else.
                            Her first question "Why don't you go to a hotel?" I said "I just don't
                            have the money." "Why do you come in here early and all that." She
                            wasn't very friendly. We in the mountains have always been accustomed to
                            being particularly friendly with <pb id="p16" n="16" /> strangers and
                            people who are from out of the way places. We always invite people to
                            stay all night, you know. Hospitality is extended. So I was a little bit
                            put off by this lady. I slept in the room that night and I kept thinking
                            now if this is the kind of spirit this Presbyterian institution has, I
                            don't want to stay here. So the next morning I put my little duds
                            together in my bag and started hitchhiking to Nashville, Tennessee. Got
                            down there and went into Vanderbilt University. That was 1929.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>You graduated from LMU in '29?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. So, went into Vanderbilt. Went to see the dean. Dean Brown. I
                            remember he was a very friendly old man with a long beard. I told him my
                            predicament, that I wanted to go on to do graduate study but I didn't
                            have any money. Well, again, he said there were jobs there and lots of
                            kids did work in school to pay their way. So I got a job working in the
                            cafeteria. Eventually I got a job in a Presbyterian settlement house,
                            the Martha O'Brien Settlement House over close to Fisk University.
                            Coaching basketball and youth activities. It was one of those ghetto
                            communities, whites. I got my room and my board at the settlement house
                            plus $45 a month in cash. So I was really set up. Before I got this job,
                            one year Jesse Stuart came down, was in school there. Jesse,
                            incidentally, flunked out that year at Vanderbilt. He didn't make it. He
                            later was given an honorary doctorate degree by Vanderbilt. But he was
                            very hard up, too. I was always pretty good at shifting around, keeping
                            my head above water. I'd find something, <pb id="p17" n="17" /> one way
                            or another, to make it. So I bought Jesse's food that year. Through
                            college we'd been the closest personal friends. He and I had been
                            inseparable. I'd always sort of helped him that way. Because when he
                            came to college he was greener than I was. I was sort of a man of the
                            world. I'd worked for the Southern Bell telephone company and been
                            around a good bit. Jesse had never been anywhere. He was working on the
                            gang once and somebody sent him after a left hand monkey wrench and that
                            kind of thing. So I sort of got a warm feeling for Jesse because he was
                            sort of shoved around a bit. And we were the closest of friends. And we
                            went to Vanderbilt the same way. He later wrote a book in which he talks
                            about Don East. Not Don West, but Don East. Kept him from starving,
                            bought his meal tickets and all that kind of thing at Vanderbilt. There
                            was a boarding house that you could go family style and eat for
                            thirty-five cents a meal. Jesse and I would eat one meal a day and that
                            poor old lady must not have made many pennies on the meals we ate,
                            because we got three in one. That was what we'd do for months. That was
                            the way we lived. One meal a day at this place where you could eat
                            everything you could pile on your plate.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember a teacher at Vanderbilt named Alva Taylor?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Alva Taylor. He was a great spirit. He was a man that inspired his
                            students to get out into things that were happening. He taught the
                            Christian ethics course. I majored under Alva Taylor. I wrote my thesis
                            under him. My thesis was the result of a study I made, a personal study
                            over in east Kentucky on Quicksand-Troublesome Creek Hell Fer Sartin.
                            Then, the most remote area of the mountains that we could find. I spent
                            three months over there in that place. There was no paved road. No
                            roads, no cafeterias, no motels or anything like that. <pb id="p18"
                                n="18" /> I rode a horse. I stayed all night somewhere and slept
                            somewhere and ate my meals for the three months with different people. I
                            never paid for a single meal and not for a single night's lodging. It
                            was very strange. I'd never been in that part of the mountain. I
                            sometimes think of this when people talk about the mountain people being
                            unfriendly and suspicious of strangers and all this kind of stuff. Now,
                            I was a mountaineer. I knew about mountain culture and all that kind of
                            thing. And I knew better than to be too prying about what some of the
                            people I stayed with did. Some of them made blockade liquor, you know.
                            As long as you tend to your own business and don't get too inquisitive
                            about theirs, why you're all right. They don't like a reporter. On the
                            tv at Beckeley they wanted me to give a series of discussions on
                            mountain moonshining and I've been doing some of that. I was remembering
                            some of the code of the mountains. It was a very interesting thing. When
                            I was a kid there in north Georgia, for example, my dad never did make
                            liquor at all. My granddaddy, on my daddy's side, was supposed to be one
                            of the best moonshine liquor makers there was in the mountains. He made
                            pure corn. None of this diluted stuff. No potash or lye or anything like
                            that. Real corn. Made his own malt. Sprouting his corn and grinding it
                            up and so on. And my uncle, the one I mentioned that we took back to the
                            mountains to bury after he died down in the low country, he was always
                            making it and he was good. But my dad didn't make it. But nobody would
                            report on a neighbor. If a neighbor was making it, no other neighbor
                            would report him to the officials. I remember <pb id="p19" n="19" /> one
                            morning my dad took me out. Our house was up on a knoll and we had a big
                            range of mountains, of hollows going up, and he showed me smoke from
                            seven different places going up that morning. You could see it going up
                            through the air. And each one was a still. And he knew the name of every
                            person that was running each still. Numbers of times I remember he was
                            arrested and taken down to the county seat. And my grandpa would have to
                            go his bond and so on. I remember one time they found some kegs of
                            liquor stashed in our fence corner. We used to fence our fields with
                            these rails, you know. And we'd turn our stock outside, on the range,
                            and they'd eat chestnuts and acorns and so on. But this neighbor had
                            been making liquor across the mountain on a branch on our place. He had
                            stored in the fence corner some of his kegs. Now hardly ever did the
                            revenuers get up there because we had a system there in the mountains
                            from Ellajay. See, Ellajay was fifteen miles down the river and our
                            community was <gap reason="unknown" /> on Turkey Creek. And if the
                            revenuers started out from Ellajay we had a community phone. We'd
                            developed a cooperative telephone system. We'd nail the brackets on
                            trees and put up posts and so on. We all had different rings. Ours was a
                            long and a short and a long. Some would be two shorts. Everybody had a
                            different ring. But there was one special ring that was the revenuers
                            ring. And when the revenuers started out from Ellajay, the first one
                            that saw them would ring the revenuers ring. Seven longs was the revenue
                            ring. When that revenue ring sounded everybody was on the line… see,
                            that was <pb id="p20" n="20" /> fifteen miles away. People would be on
                            the line. Where are they? How are they traveling? By buggy or horseback?
                            There were two roads up the way. (One was by Dyne, one was by Cantecay.)
                            Which way are they coming? By Dyne or by Cantecay? They'd get all the
                            information. When the revenuers got up to our place, everybody was
                            innocent and clean and smiling and welcoming. They'd got their jugs out,
                            their stills out, their barrels out. Hardly ever did they find anything.
                            But once they did get up there and find these kegs in our fence corner
                            and came on down and arrested my dad. I was just a kid. I remember I
                            heard him say to mama "Well, I'm not a bit worried. Your dad will go my
                            bond. And when the time comes, Arthur will come out and take it off of
                            me." It belonged to Arthur Lowen. Now those revenuers knew that that was
                            not my dad's liquor. They knew that he did not make it. But they knew
                            the one sure way of catching the man it belonged to was to take my dad
                            to jail. So they took him. And when the time came, Arthur Lowens went
                            down and said "West had nothing to do with that liquor. He didn't know
                            it was there. I put it there. I take full responsibility." This is the
                            kind of a code of ethics that existed there. No self-respecting
                            bootlegger would let any innocent neighbor suffer because of his doings.
                            And no neighbor would report on another. The most despicable character
                            imaginable would have been a reporter. That came in in the McCarthy
                            period, you know, when we had so many stooges, witnesses and
                        informers.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>While you were at Vanderbilt did you know Claude Williams?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p21" n="21" />
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yes. I knew Claude. Claude and I were close personal friends for, my
                            gosh, half a lifetime. Yes, he was there. He was much older. He'd been
                            out, he'd been a fundamentalist evangelist preacher and had got
                            converted, I guess, with Alva Taylor.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>Taylor taught a kind of Christian socialism?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>He did. His class lent itself to this. Christian ethics was what he
                            taught. He himself was very much dedicated to human values. I remember
                            while we were there a strike was going on out at Wilder, Tennessee. You
                            maybe have heard of Wilder. Maybe you know that ballad of Barney Graham.
                            It's in this book Hard Hitting Songs. 1932 and '33. Alva Taylor had his
                            students going out on the picket lines on weekends. We got acquainted
                            with Barney Graham. I knew him very well personally. He was shot one
                            Sunday, right in front of the company store, by a couple of company
                            gunmen. And his little daughter, Della Mae, wrote the ballad that I
                            referred to. She was only twelve years old then. She tells in the ballad
                            about how her father was shot and about how they beat him in the head
                            with the butts of their gun to make sure the job was completed. Then,
                            you know, the control of the coal operators was so great that there
                            wasn't any churches that would have his funeral and any preachers that
                            would preach his funeral. So his wife talked with me. I'd never had a
                            funeral in my life. But some of the divinity students, we got together
                            and talking with Dr. Taylor we worked out something. We had the funeral
                            up in his house. Barney Graham's funeral was the first one I ever
                            participated in as a preacher.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p22" n="22" />
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>You were still a student then. You hadn't graduated.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I was a student.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>When did you leave Vanderbilt?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I left in '33 I believe.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Howard Kester was there too?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Howard Kester was there. Ward Rogers. Have you ever heard of Ward Rogers?
                            Of course I knew what's his name, Mitchell of the STF, Southern Tenant
                            Farmers. Sharecroppers Union and Southern Tenant Farmers. They had
                            differences you know. Claude Williams was with the sharecroppers. But he
                            was with the tenant farmers, too. And Mitchell red-baited Claude a lot.
                            And Howard Kester, Buck Kester, red-baited Claude a lot. Both Claude and
                            I were barred from joining the fellowship of southern churchmen. We were
                            both preachers, but we were not fit to become… to be fellowshipped
                        with—</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>When you all were at Vanderbilt studying under Alva Taylor were there
                            differences between you then?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, now with Buck. Buck Kester one time talked to me about joining the
                            communist party. Funniest thing. He was thinking about joining the
                            communist party. Later he became a very bitter communist baiter. Of
                            course he baited poor old Claude. Claude has been baited by a lot of
                            them. He was defrocked, you know, by his church. Had his credentials
                            taken away from him.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>When you all were students at Vanderbilt, how would you define your
                            political ideology at that point?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, we were just being stimulated to become, to get <pb id="p23" n="23"
                            /> interested in such things as Wilder. Of course I worked in the ghetto
                            of Nashville and had more contact with Norman Thomas there. We were just
                            reading and thinking. Thomas. I introduced Norman once in some meetings.
                            He came down and spoke at Crossville. He spoke over at Wilder during
                            that time. There's a song. Two or three of us got together and we sang a
                            song, The Davidson Wilder Blues. I've got the blues, I sure do got them
                            bad. Heddy has it on one of her albums. I taught it to her later. It was
                            written by some of the miners there. So Norman Thomas influenced him, I
                            think, a great deal. Because he was then a rather vital kind of
                            personality in addition to Alva. And Dr. Willard Uphaus was another. He
                            was connected with the YMCA graduate school, which was then existing
                            right across the street from Vanderbilt. I took courses with Willard.
                            Willard is now, of course, connected with the World Fellowship of Faith,
                            a movement. He spent his 72nd year in prison in New Hampshire, you know,
                            because he refused to turn his guest list of the camp <gap
                                reason="unknown" /> over to the state attorney general. Held him in
                            contempt and sent him to jail for a year. He's now a member of our board
                            down at Pipestem. We have a branch of the world fellowship there. We
                            have five cabins for it. Part of the world fellowship thing. He's in
                            Florida, too, right now, with another branch.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you know the people at Scaritt College?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yes. I knew a lot of people there. I don't remember their names too
                            well. But we always had this mixture. I knew people over at Fisk. I took
                            a course with E. Franklin Frazier at Fisk. He was then <pb id="p24"
                                n="24" /> a very vital kind of black instructor, professor. I
                            remember I used to differ with him on some things. I remember one day in
                            class he was talking about he was in the University of Chicago and here
                            he was a student, a brilliant student. And here was a scrub woman out
                            there scrubbing the floor. And although she was a scrub woman, she was
                            white and he had to make special deference to this person. I was
                            offended there. I remember, in my undeveloped kind of way. And I said
                            "what the dickens difference does it make that you were an intellectual,
                            that you were a professor, assistant professor, and this poor woman was
                            a scrub woman. Doesn't make any difference to me whether she had on work
                            clothes or white collar." And so on. I didn't like that idea of sort of
                            aristocratic attitude. I ran into that a lot among certain intellectuals
                            of the black people. They went along with the old southern attitude that
                            the poor white was the one to be blamed. He was… to me he was the
                            victim, but to them he was often given responsibility for racism and
                            this kind of thing.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>Highlander fits in earlier, doesn't it?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Highlander came in 1933. Highlander folk school, as I have said before….
                            The Congregational church had something to do with the beginning of
                            Highlander Folk School. I had been interested in a folk school for a
                            long time. And the southern superintendent of the Congregational church
                            was named Fred P. Ensminger. The Congregationalists had a chair at
                            Vanderbilt. That's how the connection came, you see. Ensminger and I had
                            talked a great deal. I was ordained by the <pb id="p25" n="25"/>
                            Congregational church. He said he knew this old lady up at Mout Eagle
                            who had a farm. She'd been trying to do a community program. And she
                            might be willing to turn that thing over to me to start a folk school
                            that I was thinking about. So we went up. He took me up there and we
                            talked with Dr. Lillian Johnson and she agreed to turn the property, the
                            houses and the land, over for a folk school. So we began. That was I
                            guess in 1933. Just after I finished at Vanderbilt.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Where did you meet Miles Horton?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I was going to say. We had Mt Eagle. We had the thing going. We had
                            the property, we had the house. We'd gone up there. Connie, my wife, and
                            I. That was in the late summer. And there was a conference over at Blue
                            Ridge, N.C. I'd been with the YMCA graduate school for a couple of
                            summers. We'd been over at Blue Ridge. And I had a Y conference there
                            and I was over in the conference at Blue Ridge and I had a long distance
                            telephone call from Asheville. And the caller said "This is Miles
                            Horton. I hear that you are starting a folk school and I'm looking
                            around in western North Carolina for a site to start a folk school
                            myself. I'd like to come over and talk with you." So he came over and we
                            talked and when I finished the conference he said "Would you be willing
                            to go with me around through the mountains looking for a site for my
                            school?" He had a couple of young girls from New York with him. They had
                            a car. So, for several days we rode around in western Carolina. We went
                            to east Kentucky and looked around. And then finally I invited him to
                            come on down to Mt Eagle and see our place. He came down. He looked it
                            over. We walked around and <pb id="p26" n="26"/> talked and he liked it.
                            And he said "How would it be if I came in as your partner here at Mt
                            Eagle." You know, I was a young fellow starting out and I welcomed
                            cooperation. So he came in and so Highlander got started. We debated
                            about what we'd name the school. Finally one day, one evening we were
                            talking and my wife Connie says "Why not call it Highlander?" So this is
                            how Highlander got its name in the beginning and this is how it got
                            started. Now, I've read a lot of accounts of Highlander.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>I just read an article by Frank Adams that gives… skews the chronology
                            around a different way.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, as the thing developed, you know…. Let's see, I was the state
                            organizer of the socialist party in Tennessee. You were given that
                            title. There wasn't much of a party. But I'd been given that title. I
                            was a member of the socialist party.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>When did you join? While you were still at Vanderbilt?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>It was in the '30s. Oh, yeah, sure. There was activity. It was a very
                            loose thing. It wasn't a very well knit organization. Kester was in it.
                            I guess Claude was. I'm not sure.</p>
                    </sp>

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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE B]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE B]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I have read a lot of history, studied a lot of history. And run into
                            characters in history such as Levi Coffin, who was an underground
                            railroad worker and called himself the father of the underground
                            railroad and the president and all. And to me, in a lot of ways, he's a
                            bastard, see. But he did a lot of good in spite of being a bastard. I
                            remember <pb id="p27" n="27" /> Coffin and John Fairfield. Fairfield was
                            a conductor on the underground railroad and always went armed. He would
                            steal a horse or he would steal a slave. He would shoot to defend the
                            refugees who were under his care. He would come through Cincinnati,
                            where Coffin kept his underground station, and he would never stay with
                            Coffin. He would get help for his refugees as much as he could, but he
                            would stay out in the black community. Coffin was always criticizing
                            Fairfield because he was wicked, he was immoral, he would carry a gun,
                            he would cuss, and he'd said that he would shoot a slave holder if it
                            meant saving his refugees from being taken back into slavery. And that
                            was wicked to Coffin. "But," Coffin would say, "he'd give the shirt off
                            his back for a refugee." And that was true, he would do that. So I have
                            always admired Fairfield and I thought Coffin, in many ways, was a
                            bastard. But he did a lot of good in spite of it.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>But it's important. History gets written by the people who tell the
                            stories. That's the whole purpose of the type interviews we are doing,
                            to try to get a lot of different perspectives on things. It's not a
                            matter so much of criticizing other people.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, I know. Well, I was just saying… what I have never done. The first
                            year at Highlander…. See, Miles had come from Union and I'd come from
                            Vanderbilt. I was local and my perspective was local. And he had
                            contacts with Reinhold Neibuhr, you know, big shots in the East. I had
                            none. So a number of his friends came down from New York and so on. I've
                            always been more locally oriented, <pb id="p28" n="28" /> and more
                            mountain oriented than people coming from the outside. And during that
                            period there was a very noted case that came up in Atlanta. I read about
                            it in the papers. This young man, Angelo Herndon, who was arrested and
                            sentenced to twenty years on the Georgia chain gang. First I went down
                            to Chattanooga, made some contacts in Chattanooga. I don't know how in
                            the world I made them. But they were people who were on the left. They
                            were the ones that insisted that I ought to go to Atlanta. I don't even
                            remember their names. You know, I've known so many people like that that
                            I don't remember their names. Anyway, they were Jewish people. Some of
                            them were small store keepers. A lot of young…. A lot of small Jewish
                            storekeepers in southern towns. But they were left, you see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you run into that quite a bit? Jewish storekeepers who were….</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh sure. We wouldn't have been able to hold the Herndon thing together
                            in Atlanta if it hadn't been for the small Jewish storekeepers. They
                            were in the black community lots of the time. My goodness, that's one of
                            the ways we lived. We had practically no money, but we'd get a little
                            piece of meat or some groceries or something like that to eat.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, that's real important. Because there has been a lot of studies of
                            southern Jews during the Civil Rights movement and a lot of criticism. I
                            mean, that they did not speak out during the civil rights movement.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p29" n="29" />
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I know. Of course, this is like anything else. It's like the mountain
                            people. There were lots of abolitionists in the mountains and there were
                            some bastards that were not abolitionists. And it is true with every
                            bunch. But I personally know, in the 'thirties, of many small Jewish
                            merchants, in Atlanta, Georgia, Chattanooga, Tennessee, for example, who
                            were definitely fighting for civil rights. They had to be careful
                            because the situation was a tight situation. But we have held secret
                            meetings in backs of Jewish stores many times in Atlanta, for example,
                            and in Chattanooga. You know, we could go into a store. It was sort of
                            obvious that people go in and out of stores. And go back in the back
                            room and have a meeting. And it wouldn't be too liable, you know, to be
                            broken up by cops.</p>
                        <p>So, as I started to say, I got down to Atlanta. Hitchhiked down there and
                            went down on Auburn Avenue where there was a little office. It was a
                            defense committee office. I went in and introduced myself and told them
                            what I was interested in. All of a sudden we were having a meeting here
                            in the Royal Theater I think it was then down on Auburn Avenue, black
                            theater. We were having a meeting tonight, for Herndon in this theater
                            and we would like you to come to it. For you to be chairman of it, to
                            emcee. I sort of ignorantly said yes, would be willing to. And they
                            wanted me to talk. I didn't have any better sense than to talk, either,
                            I guess. So I chaired the meeting and said something. From then on I was
                            a red. I was labelled right off as a red. So, Miles was, I'd say, SP
                            oriented. Reinhold Neibuhr and this sort of <pb id="p30" n="30" /> thing.
                            And I was more and more going to the Angelo Herndon type thing. We had
                            a crossing of the ways on that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>So right in the beginning. That was like in the first year when you all
                            were there at Highlander.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yep. I stayed only one year at Highlander. I was there one year.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did you move to the left?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they were doing things, see. I was familiar with the Scottsboro
                            boys. They were doing things. They were defending those nine boys. I
                            went down there and got acquainted. I met lots of people. I met some
                            people who were killed there. I remember Boris Israel. He was beaten up
                            later in Harlan County. Beaten into a jelly. He never recovered. He was
                            a complete wreck the rest of his life. He was a reporter on the Daily
                            Worker. The people I met, I learned that they were people who were
                            dedicated. They were committed. And they stuck their necks out and they
                            took chances and they worked. It's unbelievable the kind of discipline
                            they had. The modern so-called movement. I get depressed sometimes at
                            the irresponsible kind of things. It's a maybe so thing. But then…
                            you're going to have a meeting over in Weinberg's store, back of
                            Weinberg's store at seven o'clock. If you were assigned to that meeting
                            you damn well better be there at that meeting, at seven o'clock. You
                            couldn't come dragging in thirty minutes late. Or you couldn't say
                            "Well, next week. I couldn't make it." That just didn't happen. If you
                            were in the group, you were there. Wasn't any doubt about it. Had
                            terrific discipline. <pb id="p31" n="31" /> Committed. Really
                        committed.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Who were the people who were in the local defense committee when you got
                            there? Were they blacks? From the CP?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>It was mixed. I didn't know who was and who wasn't CP. I mean not in
                            every case. I knew some who were. Lots of black people. I remember Ben
                            Davis, of course, I knew very well. You know the character Ben Davis?
                            Later councilman in New York. He was an attorney there. He later became
                            a councilman in New York on the CP ticket. Ben was the defense attorney.
                            I worked very closely with Ben. He had a law partner, John Gear. John
                            Gear has seldombeen mentioned. John Gear, really, did lots of the leg
                            work and lots of the plodding kind of stuff that it took to make the
                            defense possible. Ben waa more the front. But John was the guy who did
                            lots of the hard work behind the scenes. And he's seldom been mentioned
                            in that connection. He had to leave Atlanta. His law practice was
                            destroyed. I later knew him in Louisville, Kentucky. And another young
                            lawyer was Dee Antiganque. I don't remember his first name. De
                            Antiganque. A French name I guess. I saw him years later and he still,
                            as far as I know, is in Atlanta. There were people who were interested,
                            like Walton and the present mayor of Atlanta. Knew his father very well.
                            And then there were several outstanding Negro ministers. The Wheat
                            Street Baptist church had a minister that was very cooperative and very
                            helpful. As I say, many black ministers, churches. Later, of course, it
                            came out with Martin Luther King, the role that the churches were to
                            play more significantly. But even then <pb id="p32" n="32"/> the black
                            church was taking a great deal of responsibility and they had to do it
                            under cover. It wasn't a thing to come out with. Because eventually… as
                            I went to Atlanta to take over heading this committee there, our
                            activities had to be underground. We had to meet secretly. We couldn't
                            meet openly. We couldn't have people identified and so on. I remember,
                            for example, we had a mimeograph machine and a typewriter and had no
                            place to keep them. Connie and I had a little room in a basement. I mean
                            it was a basement kind of place to live. On Georgia Avenue. Didn't have
                            a lick of furniture. Had an old mattress on the floor and a dry goods
                            box and a little old two eyed oil stove. And three of us lived there. No
                            place to keep typewriters. Didn't even have a table to set it on. I'd
                            been at school at Berry with a student who had become a lawyer. His name
                            was Ansel Morrison. He may still live in Atlanta. He was a lawyer and
                            he'd come to Ben Davis and had volunteered his legal assistance. So I
                            was talking with him. I'd known him in school. We were talking about our
                            problem. I said "You know, Ansel, we don't have a place to keep our
                            typewriter and our mimeograph machine and our records in this Herndon
                            case." Well he says "I have an apartment and you can use my apartment to
                            keep all these things in. Just bring all your records, all your
                            machinery and everything in there." Well, to make a long story short,
                            Ansel was an agent. So he got all our stuff and turned them over to the
                            police. He got our typewriter, mimeograph, all our records. See, I had
                            experience with agents way, way back there. We lost everything we had.
                            But that <pb id="p33" n="33"/> was the situation.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Were whites involved in the defense?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh my, yes. Goodness, the first meeting I went to in Atlanta, way out
                            near the Atlanta penitentiary was with Walter E. Washburn. He's dead
                            now. His wife is dead. But he was a working man. He and his wife, Leah
                            Young and Annie May Young, Willie Leathers. My goodness, I can remember
                            at least a dozen or more, local, white leaders. Local white workers.
                            There's a cotton mill in Atlanta, Fulton Bag. I guess in Fulton Bag we
                            had at least a dozen cotton mill workers who were involved in this. Now
                            they were working there and god knows they couldn't work openly. They'd
                            be fired if there was ever any suspicion. And a job was a life, you
                            know, to them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>Were they in something like the CP?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>They may have been. Some of them may have been. When this poor people's
                            march was on in Washington a couple or so years ago with King. Longer
                            than that now. Anyway, Charleston Gazette had, one day, a front page
                            picture of an old lady, seventy something years old. The police had her
                            by each arm on each side and were dragging her to a paddy wagon. It was
                            Leah Young. I said "My god, there's Leah. She's being dragged to the
                            paddy wagon in Washington by a couple of police men." Seventy-seven
                            years old, I believe it was. She was a character. Her sisters and her
                            mother were too.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Nanny Washburn is still there, too.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, I know. That's the one I'm talking about. Leah <pb id="p34" n="34"
                            /> Washburn. Leah Young. Before she married. Before she married Walter.
                            Walter Washburn was married to another woman who died and later he
                            married Leah. They were very close friends. They moved out to
                            Douglassville and bought a little farm. We lived out at Douglassville
                            then and we were close neighbors years later.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Let me ask you about your feeling about Highlander. You'd been there a
                            year when you left to move to Atlanta. You had wanted for a long time to
                            start a folk school like Highlander. What convinced you to leave so
                            quickly? Did you think that Highlander was not doing the kind of work
                            that you—</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I was disillusioned with what I would be able to do under the
                            circumstances. It's a little difficult to say without seeming to be, I
                            don't know, vindictive or something. I guess Horton and I just had a
                            different way of looking at things. For example, the first year. I went
                            up to Palmer. Palmer was a coal mining village that had a lot of
                            unemployed. And I organized classes in Palmer for poor coal miner
                            people. And in Tracy City. And… I don't remember the name of that little
                            town. A lot of coal mine people. And these were poor, raggedy people.
                            And sometimes they'd come into Highlander, into the center. And Miles
                            would see one of them. "Oh, that's one of Don's friends." You know. They
                            were just poor, ragged, uneducated people. Well, these were the people
                            that I was concerned about, that I've always been concerned about. His
                            friends were, you know, a little higher status, I guess.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, what kind of people did Highlander want to bring <pb id="p35"
                                n="35" /> into its workshops?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, maybe we had a different concept. I wanted people who were the
                            working people, the poor people. Later, of course, Highlander got the
                            CIO, lots of CIO people there. And the FTA and the different CIO unions
                            held schools there and later, of course, Martin Luther King.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>What kind of people did Miles want to bring in?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I really don't know. I don't know just what it was. But it revolved
                            around one being more to the left that the other more to the right. It
                            revolved around that kind of thing. I remember I recruited a student,
                            Walter Martin, his name was, from Alabama. And man, he was a way out to
                            the left. I mean he became way out to the left. Of course he was not
                            very popular with Miles. He went back to Birmingham and was quite active
                            down there for a long time. I lost touch with him. There was a black
                            man, Hosea Hudson, wrote a book called Black Workers in the Deep South.
                            He came down to speak for me. He's coming down again this spring. To
                            speak to my Antioch class. And we'll have a big community meeting, as we
                            did last time. I had a hundred some people come out. When he came down I
                            introduced him and he was saying "You know,"—to my class and the people
                            who had come—" I knew Don forty years ago." It was about forty years ago
                            to the day when he came. And he says "When I first knew Don I couldn't
                            read and write. And I have to say that Don West taught me how to read
                            and write." I did. I taught Hosea to read and write. He was illiterate.
                            And now he's <pb id="p36" n="36" /> written this book Black Workers. He
                            told another story to the class that I had forgotten about entirely.
                            Hosea, Wert Taylor and two other black kids, and myself, were coming
                            from New York City going to Atlanta. We were driving an automobile which
                            belonged to a young man who was in New York City. We were going to drive
                            his car to Birmingham. I was driving. About one o'clock in the morning
                            we were passing through Philadelphia. We were arrested. We had a lot of
                            literature, political stuff, in our bags. They searched our bags and all
                            night long they took us from one station to another, photographing us,
                            putting numbers on us and so on. And they kept us the balance of the
                            night in a little cased in pen. They didn't turn us loose the next day.
                            They kept us there…. I guess they must have kept us a couple of weeks. I
                            thought we never were going to get out. And finally…. There was a fur
                            workers union strike on and there was a union man in there that was
                            going out. He'd been in, you know, for something, and they were letting
                            him out. I talked with him and said "can you go and see" I told him who
                            he might see. A defense worker that worked on defense. "And tell him
                            that we're in here and we'd like to have some help." So finally a lawyer
                            did find out about us and came in and we had a hearing before a judge.
                            So Hosea was saying they got us all out there. There were six of us. And
                            he said Don was the ringleader. They had searched his bag…. See, when
                            they asked me what I did, what I was, I said I was a minister. I'm an
                            ordained minister. And the judge said "You're a minister." I said yes.
                            He had all the stuff he'd taken out of my <pb id="p37" n="37" /> bag. And
                            I had a lot of Marxist literature and so on. He looked at all the other
                            boys, Hosea said, and says "You're a minister and these are your gospel
                            and these are your goddamn disciples." I'd forgotten that, but Hosea
                            told that story down in my class. They were about half black and half
                            white, you know, in the group.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>As you moved to the left in this period, did you consider yourself a
                            Christian?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Always have. Do you have my sermon called "Jesus, the Quiet
                            Revolutionary"? I'll give you a copy. Don't have one with me. It was
                            printed. Yes. I've always felt that Jesus was with the working class,
                            always. I think he was with the poor people. I learned this, as I said,
                            even before I went to college. My grandfather had influenced me a lot on
                            this. I was speaking over at Marshall University a couple of years ago
                            in West Virginia. And there's an old gal there that has a radio program.
                            The day before I was to be there she was on a program. She was just
                            giving me hell. She was saying that Don West is coming to speak at
                            Marshall University. He's the most dangerous man in West Virginia. She
                            went on to talk about… Herbert Aptheker had been down and spoken three
                            or four weeks before. It was bad enough for Herbert Aptheker to speak,
                            but he's going back to New York. Don West is here in West Virginia. Most
                            dangerous man. I spoke in one auditorium and then that evening we had a
                            poetry reading. One of my student friends came up and said that "Your
                            friend, Mrs. Payne, is in the audience tonight. I thought you'd like to
                            know." I said "Good." As I opened up the meeting I mentioned that I'd
                            been called a lot of things, dangerous, <pb id="p38" n="38" /> and so
                            forth and so on. I'd never seen fit to defend myself and I was not going
                            to defend, but if I'm radical or if I'm dangerous or all these things, I
                            came by it naturally. It's no fetched on thing. I first began to get it
                            from my old mountain grandfather. This is not something that was brought
                            in from the outside. And I got it from my study of the Christian gospel.
                            So after the meeting the old gal came up and we had quite a talk.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>This kind of blending of Christian socialism and so on, was that true of
                            people like Claude Williams as well?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, oh yes. Claude is working on something now. He's trying to vindicate
                            his belief that there was an underground revolutionary movement. That
                            the early Christian movement was an underground revolutionary thing of
                            the poor people. He sent me a paper the other day in which he's writing
                            about that kind of thing. Now Claude was later president of Commonwealth
                            College. It was at Mena, Arkansas, and it was a labor school. It tried
                            to educate sharecroppers' leaders and union leaders. Commonwealth
                            College, yeah. My wife taught there. She taught labor history there one
                            time. I believe Claude was director when she was there. Claude told me
                            once that Highlander made a request that Commonwealth and Highlander
                            join together in their appeal for funds. And Claude, while he directed
                            Commonwealth, he went ahead and did that. And Claude told me that when
                            Highlander got the mailing list, there were certain ones picked out and
                            mailed special letters, red-baiting Commonwealth. Claude Williams is no
                            liar. This is just one of the ugly things that's in history. I don't
                            like to <pb id="p39" n="39" /> talk about it. I wouldn't talk about it
                            publicly.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>But the strange thing about it is that people on the left who are
                            red-baiting other people on the left were being red-baited themselves.
                            It's very selfdefeating.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>That's true, but I think…. Well, take for example in Atlanta, Georgia.
                            You remember that great, progressive editor Ralph McGill? The <hi
                                rend="i">Constitution.</hi> Somewhere in my files I did have, oh my
                            goodness, more than a couple dozen columns by Ralph McGill attacking me
                            personally. Calling me a red. Red-baiting me. He had been red-baited
                            because he was a little bit progressive. And I think he thought,
                            perhaps, now if I red-bait somebody else that will clean my skirts, you
                            know. It's an erroneous thing, as far as I'm concerned, and it never
                            works, but maybe that's the way they think. That we'll clear ourselves
                            by pointing the finger at somebody else.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">RAY FAHERTY:</speaker>
                        <p>Was there a period in the 'thirties, though, like with the workers
                            alliance, in which there was any kind of united front?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>There was a good period of united front. The workers alliance, which you
                            mentioned. David Lasser was the SP. He was national president. Herbert
                            Benjamin, I believe one of the letters I gave you last night I was
                            writing to Herbert Benjamin. He was a CP. And this was the kind of
                            front. Part CP, part SP, but worked together very closely. And for all
                            ostensible purposes it was a united thing. Of course there were those
                            who realized that there was some differences, you know. But it served to
                            weld together a very much stronger organization as a result of getting
                            together like that. David <pb id="p40" n="40" /> Lasser. I knew him very
                            well. He worked very cooperatively. And I knew Benjamin very well, too.
                            Sad thing. I came through Washington a few years ago. I'd heard that
                            Herb Benjamin was there and I looked him up in the phone book and called
                            him up. Told him who I was. I'd known him very well back in the
                            'thirties. He said "You know, I don't want to be reminded of anything
                            that happened in the 'thirties. I have no recollections of it. I don't
                            want to talk about it. I don't want to see you." Just like that. That's
                            happened to lots of people. You probably know about that. People who put
                            their lives on the line. I don't know what happened. They became bitter
                            or something. Disillusioned. And they don't even want to think about it.
                            So it made me sad because I'd known him at that time he was a dedicated
                            person, very much. Another man I knew. The one I drove the car down to
                            Birmingham and was arrested in Philadelphia. Then he was a militant left
                            winger. Years later I was in New York and I wanted to go see him. I was
                            in an apartment house on Riverside Drive and my hostess that evening
                            said "You know who owns this house? Well, it's your old friend so and
                            so." I said "I'll have to go see him." So I went to see him. And he
                            didn't want to talk, didn't want any memories of the past at all. My
                            hostess says "He owns a half dozen other apartment houses like
                        this."</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>How long were you in Atlanta working on the Angelo Herndon case?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>It was nearly two years, I guess. "33'34. We left there and came over
                            here in '34. These papers, I think, that you've got are <pb id="p41"
                                n="41"/> dated 1934. I said last night that the US Supreme Court
                            invalidated the Georgia law, pre-civil war law, against slave uprisings
                            and so Herndon was set free. He spent about two years in Fulton Tower.
                            As we were saying, there were some professors. Evans, over at Emory
                            University. Mercer Evans. White institution, of course. And Evans was a
                            good worker for the Herndon defense. Excellent. Several students at
                            Emory University. I don't recall their names. Were on the defense
                            committee. And at Georgia Tech. During that period I knew Vann Woodward
                            very well. Vann Woodward and Homer Rainey. Homer Rainey was at Tech,
                            too. They both made contributions and so on and so forth. I knew Vann,
                            too, when he was here at Carolina. He made contributions to this
                            Burlington thing. And of course I knew him at Yale and Johns Hopkins
                            later.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>How does he look back on that period of his life?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>He isn't bitter or anything, but I guess he's sort of gone beyond. I
                            don't think he has much hope. He's just lost himself in history. Has
                            done some very good history, though. Some very excellent stuff. I've
                            always respected him very, very much.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you get any help from people like Will Alexander of the Inter-racial
                            Commission?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Will Alexander and Robert Eleazer. I knew them very well. When I was at
                            Vanderbilt and the YMCA graduate school I was sort of their protege,
                            too, you know. They were, in a way, out in the front because they dared
                            to talk about race problems. But no, they went the other way. They
                            wouldn't have anything to do with anything that was to <pb id="p42"
                                n="42"/> the left of center, I guess. Just as the Southern Regional
                            Council doesn't seem to be too…. I don't know what their attitude is
                            toward <hi rend="i">Southern Exposure</hi> or anything. But Southern
                            Exposure is much better than what they put out.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>You came to North Carolina because of the Burlington case?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Let me finish just a little more about Georgia. We had some farmer
                            support. I was trying to remember… out of Stone Mountain there was a
                            farmer, just a small farmer. Emory Fields.</p>
                        <p>I've been to his home lots of times. He was actually right by Herndon's
                            side when Herndon was leading this group up to the mayor's office. He
                            has told me numbers of times "I should have been arrested instead of
                            Herndon. But they arrested Herndon because he was black. They thought
                            they could get by with it." He was a native Georgian. His name was Emory
                            Fields.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>Is he still living?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>I guess he's dead now. I haven't seen him in forty years. He was pretty
                            middle aged then. But he had children, a wife and family that were all
                            dedicated. And so there were farmers, there were white students, there
                            were black students, there were attorneys, three attorneys— Mack, Ben
                            Davis and John Gear—all working on that thing. And numbers of white
                            cotton mill workers. And black ministers. Just before the Supreme Court
                            made its decision to free Herndon. it got so that the cops, the police,
                            were getting very vigilent. They were watching everything that went on.
                            Almost impossible to move without their being on you. And it got so that
                            I could hardly move around. <pb id="p43" n="43" /> Actually, you see, as
                            I've tried to say, we were underground. I din't even carry my own name
                            and where I was living I didn't live under my name because, you know, it
                            was an underground situation. I rented this apartment under a pen name,
                            an assumed name.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">JACQUELYN HALL:</speaker>
                        <p>But when you worked with people like Mercer Evans, did they know you by
                            your real name?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">DON WEST:</speaker>
                        <p>Not always. Many people that I've worked with wouldn't now know me. I've
                            lived under half a dozen different names. I get a little aside here, but
                            a couple of years ago I had trouble with the IRS. I guess I was on
                            Nixon's enemy list. See, Connie and I started the folk life center over
                            at Pipestem. We saved money. One of our salaries we saved for ten years
                            and lived on the other. We got pretty good salaries. <gap
                                reason="unknown" />. So we had a nice little piece of money. We
                            bought 600 acres of land. We started building buildings and started a
                            program. Out of our own funds. And then we got some donations. We were
                            just doing it then. We hadn't incorporated you see. So the IRS came in
                            and they held me responsible for personal income for every dollar that
                            had been donated to go into the program. We had 125 kids there! So I had
                            to dig up, from my own personal funds, $4,000. And they came in one
                            night at midnight. Couple of secret service. He flashed his card. He was
                            with the secret service. "Well, what do you want?" They wanted to
                            question me on my tax. They took me over to Princeton to the jail. They
                            were going to put me in jail overnight, you know, like I was some kind
                            of a desperado might run away. It just happened that the sheriff over
                            there was a good friend of mine <pb id="p44" n="44" /> and it didn't
                            work. He said he'd be responsible. We had an interview then. Wanted to
                            talk. They were going to tape it, just like you're taping here. And the
                            first thing he said—this was the secret service man—"Hold up your hand.
                            Take an oath." I said "Now wait a minute, this is a discussion about tax
                            problems. I'm not in any court and I'm not about to take an oath." Well
                            then, "we're going to record it." I said "Okay, I don't mind you
                            recording it. I haven't anything to cover up." And the first question he
                            asked was "Have you ever lived under another name?" I said "What does
                            this have to do with my taxes for 1972?" And I said "In the first place,
                            I know that you know more about me than I r