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                <head>Interview with Virginia Foster Durr, October 16, 1975. Interview G-0023-3.</head>
                <byline>Conducted by Sue Thrasher</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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                <note type="citation" anchored="no">
                    <p>Citation of this interview should be as follows: <lb/>“Interview G-0023-3, in
                        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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                <note type="copyright" anchored="no">Copyright © 2008 The University of North
                    Carolina</note>
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            <div1 type="abstract">
                <head>Abstract</head>
                <p>This is the final interview in a series of three. Since the previous session,
                    Clifford Durr had died, making the interview feel very different. Virginia
                    wanders several times and remarks how he always managed to pull her thoughts
                    back on track. The interview begins with stories from Clifford&#x0027;s time
                    with the Reconstruction Finance Commission. While there, he encountered the
                    wealthy men from Alabama who had refused to offer him respect, revealing the
                    role of family connections in southern society. She argues that poor manners
                    made poor men. Though Clifford went into the chaos of Washington, D.C., every
                    day, Virginia found peace and companionship among the gentility of Seminary Hill
                    in Alexandria, Virginia. Throughout the interview, she compares the old
                    aristocracy with the nouveau riche in Birmingham. </p>
                <p>During the New Deal era, James M. Landis climbed to prominence in Franklin Delano
                    Roosevelt&#x0027;s administration. Through his wife Stella, Virginia grew
                    interested in New Deal politics and policies, and she also gained an
                    insiders&#x0027; view of the Landises&#x0027; marriage. The people she
                    met through Clifford and the Landises pushed her into a greater social
                    awareness, fueling her growing activism. Durr&#x0027;s first participation
                    in activism in Washington, D.C., was as a volunteer with the women&#x0027;s
                    division of the Democratic National Committee. She had discussed this in an
                    earlier interview, but here, she reflects on the other women working with her
                    and the racialized nature of their lobbying group. Though Roosevelt had promised
                    them his support, when the southern senators began to distance themselves from
                    the administration&#x0027;s New Deal policies, Roosevelt dropped the
                    anti-poll tax efforts. Durr explains what that meant for her efforts. </p>
                <p>She then returns to the issue of southern poverty, explaining that it motivated
                    her and other reformers. She also describes how the southern New Dealers
                    composed <hi rend="i">The South: Economic Problem Number One</hi> in her living
                    room. This interview reflects a growing awareness of racism in the South, and
                    Durr describes her relationship with Mary McLeod Bethune, Lucy Randolph Mason
                    and others. She also discusses in greater detail her impressions of the 1938
                    Southern Conference on Human Welfare along with its subsequent actions. The
                    anti-communism of the 1950s disappointed her greatly, and even several decades
                    later, she found it hard to comprehend why the American public reacted as they
                    did. The red-baiting that occurred fractured many of the groups Durr admired
                    most and ultimately undid her own anti-poll tax committee. Durr also talks about
                    the sexual harassment she and other women working on the Hill endured. During
                    the last portion of the conversation, she tells stories of the various people
                    she had know and worked with, including Vito and Miriam Marcantonio, Lee and
                    Sunny Pressman, and Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt. She maintains that when
                    Roosevelt died, the entire attitude of the nation changed. After the war,
                    Clifford worked with the Federal Communications Commission, so he and Virginia
                    befriended television producers and directors.</p>
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                <head>Short Abstract</head>
                <p>This is the final interview in a series of three with Virginia Foster Durr. Since
                    the previous session, Clifford Durr had died, making the interview feel very
                    different from the two in which he had taken part. The interview begins with
                    Durr&#x0027;s growing awareness of racial matters and her activism during
                    their life among the New Dealers in Washington, D.C. Among the topics she
                    touches on are the anti-communism of the 1950s, sexual discrimination on Capitol
                    Hill, and the southern reaction to Roosevelt&#x0027;s New Deal policies.</p>
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                <head>Interview with Virginia Foster Durr, October 16, 1975. <lb/>Interview
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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE A]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE A]</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, we . . . I told you why we went to Washington, and that's all on
                            the tape. And we got to Washington in the early summer of 1933 and Cliff
                            had already gone up ahead, you see, and was staying with Sister and
                            Hugo. And they had a house out in Northeast Washington, a very nice
                            house. We only had one child then, you know, Lula, I mean Ann. And she
                            was about six years old. So we stayed with the Blacks, oh I suppose a
                            week or two, until we got an apartment close by them in one of those
                            great big apartments on Wisconsin Avenue. We got a furnished apartment.
                            And I began looking around for a house, a place to live. Cliff was
                            making during the Depression time, seemed a pretty good salary—I think
                            it was 6500 dollars a month. We thought that was—during the Depression—
                            was a pretty good salary. And I didn't want to live in Washington. I
                            wanted to live out in the country, <gap reason="unknown"/> , or
                            somewhere in the suburbs anyway, on account of Lula, I mean on account
                            of Ann. They get furious because I get them mixed up. I call Ann Lula
                            and Lula Ann. Living in this apartment was just awful because I was
                            about twelve stories up and she would ride the elevator all the time. It
                            she were down stairs I'd be frightened to death and so I was in a
                            constant state of, you know, chasing her up and down, and going back and
                            forth, and getting her, and worried to death about her. Sister was
                            extremely nice to me. She was the one that, you know, took me out to the
                            first party I described when I met Mrs. Roosevelt. She took me to all
                            the things she went to, down to the Senate and the Congress. And I could
                            leave Lula, leave Ann with—she had an old cook, or maid, named Mary
                            Marble, who had worked for my mother. So I would just leave Lula down at
                            the Blacks with Mary. But I was really anxious to get out in the
                            country. And I had gone to Junior League Convention in Philadelphia. At
                            that time I was Vice President of the Junior League of Birmingham, and
                                <pb id="p2" n="2"/> I had met a very nice girl named Ann Green, I
                            can't remember her middle name—Ann something Green. She was from
                            Virginia, lived in Washington—a very nice, attractive girl. She was
                            asking me where I was going to live when I got to Washington, and I
                            said, well, I tell you, I just want to live sort of, the suburbs, out in
                            the country, where people are nice and genteel but not very rich.
                            Because I don't want to live in a very expensive neighborhood. And she
                            laughed and said, well you described Seminary Hill. She said everybody
                            out there is poor and genteel, which I thought was . . . well, I really
                            took her seriously because I went back to Washington and began to look
                            for a place to live and get out of this great big apartment. I called up
                            a real estate agent and I said I'd like to go out and live in Seminary
                            Hill, and she said, oh, my heavens, she said, there're never any houses
                            to rent on Seminary Hill except in the summer. The professors go away
                            for the summer and they rent their houses sometimes. But she said, I'll
                            call up, but, very, very chancy business. So she did call up the
                            Seminary and found that there was a house for rent which belonged to the
                            Zabrisky's. He at that time—that's Zabriskie—he at that time was one of
                            the professors at the Seminary, and he came from New York. He had a
                            lovely wife named Mary Zabriskie, and they had this perfectly beautiful
                            old house that was built in a kind of octagon shape, if you know what I
                            mean, surrounded by oak trees. It was very nicely, beautifully,
                            furnished. So I went out there and immediately rented that house, I
                            think, for $75 a month, a furnished house—but that was just for the
                            summer, you see. We moved out there and I had brought up with me from
                            Alabama a nurse for my baby, you know, Ann. Her name was Celeste. She'd
                            been a nurse for Ann for a long time. She was a very pretty black girl
                            who had been married, a disastrous marriage, and she was glad to get
                            away from Birmingham, because she was having trouble with her
                        husband.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did she have any children?</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No. She was a thin little thing. She was the niece of the sister of my
                            nurse who was named Alice, the one who I told you <pb id="p3" n="3"/>
                            about so much, that brought me up. And Alice's sister, who was named
                            Mary, was the wash woman for the house, the whole household. And it was
                            her niece who got the job of being nurse for my baby, Ann. After Ann was
                            born I had two severe miscarriages. So Celeste was the sweetest kind of
                            person, and I was very fond of her, but we hadn't been there very long
                            when she got lonesome and wanted to go back. She didn't like the people
                            in Washington, and she was lonesome and didn't know anybody and didn't
                            know the right church to go to. So she left, after just a little while. </p>
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                        <p>So here I was in this beautiful old house in Virginia. And my husband was
                            gone all the time. He'd go to work in the morning. He'd come home for a
                            hurried dinner, and then he'd go back and work. He'd come back at two or
                            three in the morning. They were trying to save the banks, you see. The
                            telephone would ring in the night. He was waked up by people calling
                            from every point of the compass saying if we don't get the money—you see
                            he was with the RFC who was trying to save the banks—if you don't get
                            the money here by tommrrow I'll commit suicide, and we'll all be ruined.
                            You know he was working as hard as a man could possibly work. He
                            couldn't work any harder. But the trouble was that sometimes they did
                            commit suicide. That was the awful part about it, was that this
                            desparate voice that would be calling all night . . . And they were
                            working as hard as they could, but some of them did commit suicide.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Were these calls from all over the country?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>All over the country.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Banks?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Banks, people in the banks. See, they'd set up this big deposit insurance
                            to save the banks. The banks were all closed after Roosevelt was
                            elected. You couldn't get any money out of them at all. And so the
                            government was putting money into the <pb id="p4" n="4"/> banks, trying
                            to save the banks. They built up a big organization and they worked day
                            and night, Saturday and Sunday. It was a real crisis. So I didn't see
                            much . . . </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Cliff was gone all the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Cliff was gone almost all the time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you know very much about the work? Did he come home and talk about
                            what was going on?</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>If he wasn't too tired. He'd usually come home and go to sleep. He was in
                            such a state of exhaustion all the time. It was like putting your finger
                            in the dike. They were afraid the whole country was going to bankruptcy.
                            It was the strangest kind of time. One funny experience we had which I
                            thought was amusing because it was so unlike Cliff. Cliff, you know, was
                            such a model of being a gentleman, having such good manners and very
                            rarely did he show any irritation or anger or resentment against
                            anybody. The head of the biggest bank in Birmingham, Alabama, where we
                            had just come from, came up, and his bank was in bad trouble. So he
                            thought he was an awful big shot and he went directly to Mr. Jesse
                            Jones, who was head of the RFC, and wanted Mr. Jesse to handle his
                            problem immediately. And Mr. Jones says, you'll have to go down and see
                            Mr. Clifford Durr, who is head of the general counsel for the bank
                            reorganization division. And so the man said, his name was Mr. Wells, he
                            was a rather pompous man, had been very rich and very powerful because
                            he'd been head of the biggest bank in Birmingham. And we had known him,
                            but only slightly. And so he said to Mr. Jesse Jones, Oh, Mr. Jones, I
                            couldn't deal with an underling like that, why that's just a local boy
                            from Birmingham. You know, I want to deal with the big shot, in fact I
                            think he thought Mr. Jesse Jones ought to get busy and draw up the
                            papers himself. He said, well, if you don't deal with Clifford Durr, you
                            just don't deal with anybody, because he happens to be the one, the
                            lawyer, that's drawing up <pb id="p5" n="5"/> all these papers. So Mr.
                            Jesse Jones called Cliff and said, Cliff, there's a man on the way to
                            see you from Birmingham, named Mr. Wells. And he says he doesn't want to
                            deal with you because you're just a local boy from Birmingham. And he
                            said, you have to keep him waiting for a while. So Cliff did keep him
                            waiting, I think an hour, sitting in there cooling his heels. But it was
                            so unlike Cliff to do anything like that. Mr. Wells had been so
                            arrogant, so scornful of having to deal with just a local boy.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Mr. Jones apparently had a lot of respect for Cliff.</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yes, he thought Cliff . . . he had a tremendous amount of respect for
                            Cliff, and Cliff liked him very much. I never did like him at all. I
                            mean personally we just . . . ugh (?) He was a great big overpowering
                            Texas man. He told nasty jokes. You know that kind of dirty jokes I feel
                            like are so offensive to women, that make women the butt of . . . And
                            he'd tell them . . . I just couldn't stand him infact. I never did like
                            him. He had a poor, pitiful little wife who looked like she wore black
                            dresses and knitted black shawls. She was the most pathetic little
                            creature I've ever seen.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did he tell jokes on her?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, he told jokes in front of her. But they were all sex jokes. I thought
                            they were extremely bad taste and vulgar. I didn't like Mr. Jones at
                            all, I mean just as a personal thing. </p>
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                        <p>But anyway, that summer I made friends on the Hill and the Dean of the
                            Seminary was there. I was so fond of him. He was staying there. He was a
                            widower. And his niece kept house for him, and she was so nice. There
                            were a lot of people around the Hill that were very nice.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You're talking about Seminary Hill now?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Seminary Hill. It's right outside of Alexandria. It's where <pb id="p6"
                                n="6"/> the Episcopal high school is and the Virginia Episcopal
                            Seminary. It was a real neighborhood if you know what I mean. The roads
                            weren't very good even out of Alexandria.</p>
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                        <p>There was a paved road from Alexandria to Washington, but from Alexandria
                            out to Seminary Hill was just a gravel road. And they had a bus that ran
                            twice a day. It was isolated, but it was a real neighborhood. Virginia,
                            you know, has got marvelous manners—the people in Virginia have the most
                            beautiful manners in the world, I think. Everybody called. They were the
                            days when people called.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You mean called to visit, not call on the telephone?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, they came to visit in the afternoons. You were supposed to be
                            prepared for visitors in the afternoons and have iced tea ready and
                            cookies and have on a light dress and be prepared to receive visitors. I
                            could write a whole book about visitors from Seminary Hill because some
                            of them were just absolutely incredible.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, tell us about them.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well. There was one old gentleman . . . The trouble is it was so long ago
                            now that I'll have to look up my notes to think of the names and maybe
                            I'd better not tell the names anyway. One day, night, we would take a
                            walk . . . You've never seen Seminary Hill but it's just a perfectly
                            beautiful place with the old brick buildings of the Seminary, the brick
                            buildings to the Virginia Episcopal high school, and this is where the
                            gentility of Virginia had gone for generations. They never would refer
                            to it as . . . They would say "The High School," "The Seminary," and
                            "The University." That meant the Virginia Episcopal High School, the
                            Virginia Episcopal Theological Seminary, and the University of Virginia.
                            But nobody ever said that. They would say, "The High School," "The
                            Seminary," and "The University." And you were supposed to know what that
                            was. So we would take a walk after supper at <pb id="p7" n="7"/> night
                            and just walk around if Cliff was there. And even if Cliff wasn't there,
                            Ann and I would take a little walk after supper in the grove and people
                            would be strolling in the grove. One night we heard a conversation going
                            on, it sounded like a very one-sided conversation. And we came up on Mr.
                            Jim . . . The names will come back to me eventually. I'll just have to
                            look back at all these various names. But they had an old house up there
                            on Seminary Hill that they'd lived on for generations. He was talking to
                            the trees. So we stopped and spoke to him, and he was extremely
                            courteous and told us his name and where he lived and he said that he
                            came out every night to talk to his trees, his friends the trees. Nobody
                            regarded him as insane. They just said he was a little queer. Mr. Jim
                            was just queer and he liked to talk to the trees and he'd come out every
                            night and chat with them. He had favorite trees that he talked to. And
                            you were just supposed to take this as a matter of course.</p>
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                        <p>Nobody was even, you know . . . Then there was another very odd, another
                            couple had rented a house. They lived in Alexandria, but they'd come up
                            to the Seminary to get out of the city, which was Alexandria, you see..
                            I don't suppose it's all so long ago. Their names were Herbert, and they
                            were great aristocrats from Virginia, and in some way they were related
                            to the Fairfaxes who had settled Virginia. It had been discovered that
                            the Fairfax who lived in Virginia was the last Lord Fairfax. He'd gone
                            back and claimed his patrimony. So he had taken Mr. Herbert, who was a
                            bachelor, with him—he was a great friend of him—and for years he had
                            lived there in England and been part of the British aristocracy. Lord
                            Fairfax didn't have much money, but he did have the title, and maybe a
                            castle. Anyway, Mr. Herbert had lived over there in England for many
                            years with Lord Fairfax and then either Lord Fairfax fell on hard times
                            or he did. He came back and was living with his three old-maid sisters,
                            who had rented a house for the summer right across the road from where
                            we were at the <pb id="p8" n="8"/> Labriskie's. They were very nice
                            ladies that were very Virginian. And talked in that beautiful way, if
                            you like the Virginia accent . . . "garden" and "Carter" you know.
                            Everybody was so nice to us, you see. I look back on it now. They were
                            so polite and sweet to us. So they would invite you to dinner, and they
                            were just marvelous cooks, absolutely tremendously good cooks, but they
                            didn't believe in eating cooked food. They all believed that you should
                            only eat raw food. So they would offer you these delicious means of
                            broiled chicken, you know, and puffed pastry and biscuits and corn
                            pudding that was two feet high and they'd say, I hope you'll eat this,
                            but I want you to understand that while you're eating it you're killing
                            yourself. This is the kind of food that kills people. And they would be
                            eating things like herb tea and bananas. Everything raw.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>But they would fix all of this for their guests.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They would fix this for their guests, really wonderful food, the most
                            wonderful cooks, or they had a cook, I think. But they would be telling
                            you the same time about the fact that it was all going to kill you. It
                            was absolutely deadly cooked food . . . But, you see, nobody thought
                            they were odd either; they were just taken as a matter of fact, too,
                            they were <gap reason="unknown"/> everybody just accepted the fact that
                            they thought. . . .They would tell you these terrible tales about old
                            cousin Annie who came to visit them and she was eighty-nine years old
                            and she still seemed to be healthy. But you know that woman is killing
                            herself. We took her out and do you know what she had for dinner? She
                            ordered and ate a dead lobster. She was 89 years old and she was killing
                            herself because she ordered and ate a dead lobster. But you know it was
                            all taken for granted, if you know what I mean. Well, one of the reasons
                            that people were so nice to us was that they had "placed" us, as they
                            say in Virginia, or in the South. And the way they had placed us was
                            this. We had no Virginia connection, and if you told them that your
                            family had come from <pb id="p9" n="9"/> Virginia way back in 1797 or
                            even 18 . . . My grandfather came down during the Revolutionary War from
                            South Boston. But if you told anybody in Virginia who was a native and
                            lived there all their lives, and their ancestors, that you came from
                            Virginia, they always rather looked down on you because you moved away,
                            and they couldn't imagine anybody ever leaving Virginia unless the
                            sheriff was after them or some scandal had erupted because Virginia, you
                            know, is a beautiful State. The old families who clustered around
                            Seminary Hill and the Virginia Episcopal Theological Seminary, they knew
                            everybody.</p>
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                        <p>Well, the reason what we were accepted to the degree that we were, and we
                            really were accepted, was because the Dean of the Seminary had been a
                            Dr. Crawford, and he had had two, several, beautiful daughters. One of
                            them particularly beautiful name Alice Crawford. And she came down to
                            Birmingham as the wife of an Episcopal minister. And my mother and she
                            were friendly and I had known her, so they vouched for us, if you know
                            what I mean. They had come back to Virginia and he was teaching in a
                            Episcopal school somewhere in Virginia. His name was Randolph. And they
                            were the bluest blood of the bluest blood of Virginia. And they had
                            known my mother, and Mrs. Randolph was one of the most beautiful women
                            I've ever seen. I have seen many pretty women, but she was an absolute
                            beauty. She had perfect features, masses of black hair. You very rarely
                            see black hair that's wavy and curly and very shiney. And then she had
                            lovely white skin and slender figure. She had been proposed to, we
                            always understood, by every millionaire in the country, but she married
                            Dr. Randolph, who was an Episcopal minister with whom she fell in love.
                            She was a devoted wife to him because we got to know them quite well. He
                            finally . . . He was the head of this Episcopal school somewhere in
                            South Virginia, and he failed the son of the Bishop or he failed the son
                            of some big contributor or he failed the sons of some very prominent
                            people in the Episcopal Church. He wouldn't pass them. And there was a
                            great to-do <pb id="p10" n="10"/> about it because he'd just fail them
                            or expel them if they didn't do right. And so they told him that he was
                            losing money for the school and losing money for the Episcopal Church,
                            irritating the Board of Trustees. You know, he was a man of total
                            integrity and honesty and so he kept on failing them. So they fired him.
                            So he came up and lived in the little house next to us after we'd bought
                            a house on Seminary Hill. And during the War he got a job in the torpedo
                            factory. He'd go off in the mornings with a bucket, you know, a lunch
                            basket in his hands. But I'm trying to give you a flavor of Seminary
                            Hill. And Mrs. Randolph, who was this great beauty and who had been
                            admired by all and . . . she would come out and empty the garbage. And I
                            never will forget—she always wore gloves and always looked like, you
                            know, her hair was fixed, beautifully dressed. She stuck by her husband
                            very loyally. And Dr. Randolph was one of the loveliest men I ever knew,
                            I've ever known. There is a strain in Virginia among all the Virginians
                            that I met. There are lot of Virginians that I didn't like at all. But
                            there is a strain in Virginia of men of integrity, you know, like Cliff,
                            who're going to do right in spite of hell and high water. And he was one
                            of them. And he did it in such a matter of fact way, if you know what I
                            mean. And I would like to add that after the War was over and he got a
                            job as the director of the church in Rome, Italy. And Mrs. Randolph went
                            with him. And as I understand their latter years were, you know, they
                            were very comfortable, and happy, in Rome, Italy. But she was, they were
                            lovely people. </p>
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                        <p>But I was trying to contrast some of the odd people. There was a lovely
                            old man over at the Virginia Episcopal High School that, Mr. Reid, he
                            was an Englishman. And I was devoted to him, and I would go over real
                            often in the afternoons and have tea with him, because, being English,
                            he made delicious tea and he loved to have people drop in for tea. And
                            when the war started he was very concerned because of course we weren't
                            in it yet—that was when the Second World War started— So I said to him
                            one day, Mr. Reid, <pb id="p11" n="11"/> goodness, they were bombing
                            England, you know, and he was terribly disturbed about his relatives.
                            And he was a man then in his eighties, nearly eighty. And I said, I
                            declare, what do you think is the cause of all the trouble in the world.
                            He said it was very simple, it was on account of the gasoline engine. He
                            said as soon as we got away from horses the world began to go to hell.
                            Well, he was absolutely convinced that everything was due to the
                            gasoline engine. And, you know, he had rather old-fashioned ideas, and
                            that's what he stuck to. All on account of the gasoline engine. But, you
                            see, coming from Birmingham, which had been such a bustling place where
                            everybody was striving to get ahead and get money, you know, and give
                            big parties and impress people. The people in Virginia were so sure that
                            they were the absolute top of the heap; they never doubted it, you know.
                            If they were poor, they were still absolutely Virginian. And the
                            atmosphere I'm trying to create was of people who were genteel,
                            extremely genteel, and not rich, but beautiful manners and absolutely
                            secure in the knowledge that they were Virginian. That nobody in the
                            world could look down on a Virginian. They were just at the top of the
                            heap. </p>
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                        <milestone n="3038" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:30:31"/>
                        <p>And I remember there was a woman that I went to see one time, whom
                            somebody in Birmingham had asked me to go see, who was a cousin. This
                            was Tinsley Harrison's relatives, you don't know who he is, you know the
                            great doctor. Well, this is his mother asked me to go see the cousin. So
                            I went there, and my heavens, here was this handsome woman with all this
                            brood of handsome children. The windows were out, and it all looked like
                            it was just a wreck. Some of the windows were out, and her poor old
                            mother, or something, was huddling over a little wire. And she greeted
                            me with perfect grace. So when I came back on a visit, I told Mrs.
                            Harrison about her cousin and what a desperate time she was having. And
                            she said that was on account of the fact that her grandfather'd been a
                            gambler, or maybe it was her father, anyway she laid it all to the fact
                            that there was a streak of gambling in the family and they'd lost alll
                            their money. She said, you <pb id="p12" n="12"/> know, this cousin of
                            mine has all the family silver—came from Virginia—and if she's in such a
                            desperate condition—it must be worth several thousand dollars—when you
                            go back, you ask her if I can buy the silver from her. Because that will
                            give her . . . And they really were in a bad fix. So I went out there
                            one cold, after Christmas, cold as it could be, and their house was
                            freezing, and the old lady was crouched over the fire. They never had
                            but the panes in the windows, you know they had wood in the windows. And
                            I told the lady as nice as I could that her cousin in Alabama, Mrs.
                            Harrison, would like to buy the family silver. I think Mrs. Harrison's
                            name was Ella. She said, dear Ella wants that silver? Why it had never
                            occurred to me that she'd like that silver. If she feels that way about
                            it, I'll send it to her tomorrow. I said, but she wants to buy it from
                            you. Oh, she said, I couldn't think of selling the family silver. She
                            said, but I'll certainly share it with her, and give it to her if she
                            feels strongly about it. You know, what could you do about that? She was
                            not going to accept any money for the family silver, that was something
                            that was sacred. Well, Virginia was a fascinating place to me because it
                            provided a haven, if you know what I mean.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>From the hubbub of Washington?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>From the hubbub of Washington. You'd go across the river to Seminary Hill
                            and after the Zabriskie's came back, someone died, and we got a house
                            next door. It was a very pleasant house. And we lived on, we finally
                            bought a house. So we lived on Seminary Hill, you see, the whole
                            eighteen years, or nineteen years, we were in Washington. It was a
                            wonderful place for the children because they could range in this great
                            territory, you know, it was so safe. It was a neighborhood. And when our
                            little boy died, I can remember everybody coming over with jelly and
                            custards and cake and casseroles. So on the social side, on the personal
                            side, of pleasant living, it was just delightful, absolutely a <pb
                                id="p13" n="13"/> lovely, delightful place to live. But they were as
                            far removed from Washington as if they . . . they knew that there was a
                            New Deal in Washington, and they knew that things were changing. . .
                        .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>There weren't a lot of people on the Hill besides yourself who worked in
                            the New Deal?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>None, we were the first ones.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You were completely in the world of Old Virginia.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>You were completely in the world of Old Virginia. Now they began to move
                            in, you see. Sister and Hugo finally moved, got a house out there, when
                            he got put on the Supreme Court, but that comes later. No, we were the
                            first ones. So we were received into this world of Old Virginia. And as
                            I say, we were guaranteed by this Mrs. Randolph, who had known my mother
                            in Birmingham, and it was a kind of a, you know, a guarantee that we
                            would not create any disturbance, I suppose. But of course, we did.
                            Everything that happened in Washington was such far removed, if you know
                            what I mean.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So for the first year that you were on Seminary Hill, did you have much
                            to do with Washington?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Not at all. I lived on the Hill. You see we lived in this lovely place,
                            which was the Zabriskie house, which was very large, and we had lots of
                            visitors—people were coming up all the time and staying overnight and
                            having dinner with us.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>People from Alabama?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh. And then the family all came up and Cliff's family and some of my
                            family. And of course Sister lived in Washington, too. See Hugo was in
                            the Senate then from Alabama. But I was <pb id="p14" n="14"/> really
                            more or less cut off from. . . .Sister took me to a lot of the official
                            things, but I wasn't really part of it, you know, and after I'd done it
                            once, I wasn't so anxious to do it any more because all those Washington
                            receptions, unless you're really part of the group, you're just kind of
                            an outsider looking on. But one thing that I did get freed from was that
                            the ladies at the RFC—there were many people at the RFC whose wives were
                            extremely ambitious and they were very ambitious men and they wanted
                            very much to get into Washington society and get into you know,
                            fashionable society, and they gave parties all the time. Well, lot of
                            the ladies would give these luncheon parties, bridge parties, and tea
                            parties, where you'd go and play bridge and have, you know, lunch at a
                            hotel of . . . uh, those awful peas and half-done chicken lunches, you
                            know. And they were just a horrible bore and, you know, very typical of
                            the time . . . And I had this child and I was wanting to have another
                            child, you see I'd had the two miscarriages. So I finally said to Cliff,
                            I said, look, if your future depends on my going to these luncheons and
                            teas and dinners that I'm invited to, I will but they are the most
                            boring things in the wide world. A lot of strange women that play bridge
                            and I don't know them, you know, I just don't . . . And he said, if my
                            future depends on your playing bridge, I don't have much anyway, cause
                            he said I was the poorest bridge player in the world. You know, bridge
                            was just . . . So he said, he relieved me of that. Then a lot of the men
                            that would come down wanting loans would want to take you out to dinner,
                            you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Well now, was your behavior, your not wanting to go to these luncheons,
                            was that looked upon as being odd by the other . . . ?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know if it was or not. I never did bother about it much,
                            because, the thing was that I, you know, I didn't make any friends in
                            the RFC particularly, except one named Alley, married Jim Alley—he was
                            the head of the division. His father and my father'd been to school
                            together, so there was a family <pb id="p15" n="15"/> connection there,
                            and he married a beautiful girl named Esther, and I knew her quite well,
                            but she was about the only friend I made in the RFC that I can
                            recollect. But anyway, I was just relieved by Cliff from the awful
                            burden, you know, of going to these boring lunches and teas. So then the
                            first year we had this house on Seminary Hill and so my life was just
                            encompassed really by Seminary Hill, and I really liked the people
                            tremendously. They were . . . and I joined the Episcopal Church. Ann
                            started going to this Episcopal Sunday School, and I'd go to the Ladies,
                            they had a Ladies Auxiliary that met for tea every week. I went to that.
                            I just loved it. It was a tremendous rest for me, you know. I enjoyed it
                            thoroughly.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you find that society in Virginia similar to the Alabama
                        aristocracy?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you see, the Virginia society was so different from Birmingham. You
                            see, Birmingham had a few people who were aristocrats, I mean they
                            claimed that they hadn't done their washing, as my mother says, in
                            several generations. They were freed of that. But the Virginia
                            aristocracy, or the Virginia gentility, was much . . . I can't tell you
                            because there was no competition. You know, they were just sure of
                            themselves. They knew that if they were kin to the Randolphs or the
                            Crawfords or the Patricks or the Jeffersons or the Washingtons . . . And
                            my father would come to visit us quite often. I told you the story he
                            told the Virginia ladies that shocked them so terribly. My father would
                            come to visit us quite often and the ladies would have teas in the
                            afternoon, all the ladies on the Seminary Hill, very pleasant, you know.
                            Sit out in the garden if it was warm, then in the winter by a fire and
                            have . . . And it was pleasant, you know, so I'd take Daddy with me, and
                            he'd love to go. They'd always invite him because Daddy was very chatty,
                            you know, and always made himself very pleasant. But he went to one Mrs.
                            Walker's <pb id="p16" n="16"/> one afternoon when all the Seminary
                            ladies were there. And he began to tell how he was from Virginia, and
                            his family had come from South Boston and Virginia, you know. He was met
                            with the usual sort of cool acceptance of the fact that you had left
                            although you had left Virginia. So, I don't know whether he got
                            irritated or whether he got, thought he was going to be funny. So he
                            said, this conversation reminds me of a joke, they were talking about
                            whether the Fairfaxes were kin to the Washingtons or the Washingtons
                            were kin to the Randolphs or the Randolphs were kin to the, you know, so
                            on and on. And Daddy said, out of the clear blue sky, this reminds me of
                            a story from an old man up in Walker County, that's, you know, one of
                            the roughest counties in Alabama, up here in the coal mining region.
                            Said they were looking for a school, man to teach school, and said that
                            they wrote up to the University of Virginia and the old man could hardly
                            write, he got a tablet and a pencil and wrote up to the University of
                            Virginia in Charlottesville, Virginia, and said, Dear Sirs, Beat 8 of
                            certain district in Walker County is looking for a school teacher, and
                            can you recommend a good young man? You know, we'd pay him $800, year
                            basis, free board, whatever. So he got this beautifully written letter
                            back. You know, beautiful handwriting and addressed properly and dear
                            sirs, my name is St. John Randolph Washington Jefferson, or whatever,
                            anyway a very old Virginia name, and on my mother's side I am connected
                            to the Washingtons and on my father's side I'm connected to the
                            Jeffersons and on my grandmother's side I'm connected to the Lees and on
                            my great-grandmother's side I'm connected to the Fairfaxes. He gave them
                            about four pages of his genealogy. And then he ended up by saying that
                            he would like to apply to school teach at the school in Walker County.
                            Well, the writing was very delicate, you know, beautiful, very legible,
                            but very fine. So the school board got together and they read the letter
                            and they figured out, figured out page by page. So they all started
                            answering. And they discussed what <pb id="p17" n="17"/> to say. So the
                            old man got out his tablet again and wet his pencil and he wrote back,
                            you know, dear sir, University of Virginia, you know. Dear Sir, we have
                            read your letter. N'en mind, you need'n come. We weren't lookin for no
                            man down here for breedin' purposes jus' one to teach school.</p>
                    </sp>

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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And this was at the Ladies' Auxiliary?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, this was at the Ladies' Auxiliary, or ladies tea party. Nobody
                            laughed, I can assure you of that. And Daddy was just disgraced. They
                            really didn't think that was funny at all. Because they just spent hours
                            developing these family themes. But they were lovely, sweet people on,
                            you know, a personal level.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now your father came from an old Alabama family. It must have not been
                            totally alien for him.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, it wasn't, but the point was that they made him feel that being
                            from Alabama was kind of a disgrace. If you weren't from Virginia, you
                            know, you really didn't count. You didn't amount to a hill of beans
                            unless you came from Virginia. Of course you could be away from Virginia
                            temporarily, but to leave Virginia, to have your ancestors pick up and
                            leave Virginia, they always thought there must have been something
                            peculiar about you. </p>
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                        <p>So you see, what I've told you, I've lived in so many different levels.
                            Here, by chance, we got in the middle of the most conservative, sort of
                            genteel community in northern Virginia, where they'd lived there for
                            generations, where the houses . . . You know, the old Mason house was
                            there, you know, the Mason that went with Slidell to England. And so the
                            first year until I got <pb id="p18" n="18"/> kind of used to Washington,
                            I lived in this completely pleasant, genteel atmosphere and went to tea
                            parties and I was trying to have a baby, that was one of the things. I
                            was very anxious to get pregnant again and I did. And so the first year
                            of so of my life . . . and then Cliff was gone so much, and I always had
                            a servant. After Celeste left, I got somebody from up in Virginia. I
                            always had a servant that lived on the place, you see, that had a room
                            and a bath downstairs, so I wasn't alone. So I was free to go out quite
                            a bit if I wanted to and I, as I've said a thousand times, when I think
                            what I paid them, I feel a little . . . $8 and $10 a week, that was room
                            and board and lodging, but even so that was very small wages. That was
                            the usual wage.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did Ann start to school there at the Seminary?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, but Ann was only about three, about four when we went there. No,
                            let's see, she was older than that because we were married in '26 and
                            she was born in '27, and we went to Washington in '33, so she was 6. So
                            she did start to school, oh and that was . . . She started at St. Agnes,
                            that was the Episcopal school. there. I asked the ladies about the . . .
                            of course St. Agnes was the only school they even thought about going
                            to. The public schools, they said you couldn't even think of sending her
                            to a public school because of the nits. All the children there had nits
                            in their hair. And the public schools of Virginia were so bad that
                            nobody went there, no nice person went there, so St. Agnes was the only
                            school that they ever considered.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was it like a private school?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, it was a private school. It was run by the Episcopal Church. And we
                            would have a car pool, and I'd pick up the Zabriskie's, or the
                            Zabriskie's would pick up Ann or Margaret or Thompkins or, anyway we
                            would all combine. So I lived my . . . <pb id="p19" n="19"/> I didn't
                            come to in Washington. . . . I had met Mrs. Roosevelt and admired her
                            very much, but I hadn't really come to in Washington, you know, to take
                            hold of anything. But— Well, we spent the first summer in this lovely
                            old house of the Zabriskie's. When they came back—they had about four
                            children. And they were mostly boys, three boys and one girl. We would
                            take them to school back and forth. And she was a lovely woman too. I
                            never got to be a very dear friend of hers but I was very admiring of
                            her and liked her very much. She was very active in the Seminary, the
                            affairs of the Seminary. Then we had to move off the Hill. See, one
                            professor had died, and they got another one was hired and there was no
                            vacant house to rent, so we rented a house down off the Hill. </p>
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                        <milestone n="3040" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:50:20"/>
                        <p>And by the greatest luck in the world. Just by another great stroke of
                            luck, my next door neighbor was Stella Landis. Stella Landis came from
                            Mississippi. And she came . . . Did you ever read a book called "So Red
                            the Rose" by Stark Young? </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>I remember you talking about it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p> Well, it was written all about her family and about the plantation and
                            you know that place they all had during the civil rights they had so
                            much trouble down in south Mississippi? What was the name of that place?
                            You know, Bob Zellner got beat up there. Macomb. Well, I think their
                            plantation was near there. Anyway its all written up in a book called
                            "So Red the Rose" by her cousin that was named Stark Young. And her
                            mother's father had been Bishop Galloway, who was the presiding bishop
                            of the Methodist Church of Mississippi. And Stella had gone to Millsaps
                            College. And she was a tall, thin, I thought, beautiful girl, woman, and
                            by some strange freak of fate, she had come up to Washington to look for
                            a job. She didn't want to stay in Mississippi, and if you ever heard
                            anybody strong against male oppression, she was. She had several
                            brothers and maybe it was the Bishop too, but anyway she just felt the
                            women in Mississippi were just treated, you know. And she wasn't one of
                            the beautiful kind of floating southern belles, you know, She was tall
                            and thin, and near-sighted and like me read a lot. We were sort of
                            similar in a way, you know we were both tall and thin and read a lot and
                            we were near-sighted. <pb id="p20" n="20"/> But Stella was beautiful.
                            She had lovely sort of fluffy dark hair and great big grey eyes and
                            white skin, and just thought she was absolutely lovely looking. She was
                            married to Jim Landis. And Jim Landis, you know, came from, his people
                            had been missionaries in China, and she came from, she came over here
                            and went to Harvard, I believe. And he was so brilliant, you know. He
                            was a sort of super-genius. And he got to be the Dean of the Harvard Law
                            School at such an early age. And he was a Law Professor at Harvard. He
                            had come down to work in the Securities and Exchange Commisssion. And he
                            was the one that got to be, that worked with Joe Kennedy in the
                            Securities and Exchange Commission. So she lived right next door and she
                            had two little girls just about the age of my daughter, you know, Ann.
                            But her Ann and my Ann were about the same age. And then Ellen came
                            along and then you see Lucy came along. And so the little girls were the
                            same age. And so she and I became absolutely devoted friends and her
                            husband, Jim Landis, had been the law clerk for Justice Brandeis. So
                            Stella loved to go up to the Supreme Court. See that was before Hugo had
                            been put on the Supreme Court. He was still a senator. But Stella loved
                            to go up to the Supreme Court and hear the cases. You know, she lived in
                            this law school atmosphere and she knew a lot of the lawyers. And we
                            would go up to the Supreme Court and Justice Brandeis' messanger, who
                            was a Negro, you know all the messangers of the Supreme Court Justices
                            were Negro men, he was devoted to her. We'd go up to the Supreme Court,
                            you know. You'd go to the clerk's office, or wherever you went, and the
                            messanger would come and usher us to the front seats. We would sit
                            in—Mrs. Brandeis never came—so we would sit in Justice Brandeis' private
                            enclave. You know I loved all that. I was this country girl from
                            Alabama, you know, and I thought that was just lots of fun, you know.
                            All the pomp and the ceremony and being ushered into the seats. And I
                            began to enjoy Washington, you see. But then I also got interested in
                            the law cases because you see all the great New Deal <pb id="p21" n="21"
                            /> cases were being tried, the NRA case and the AAA case. So I also got
                            very interested in the New Deal, the great cases that were being tried.
                            Then Stella began to take me around with her on Monday afternoon to
                            visit the Supreme Court Justices' wives. You see, the Supreme Court
                            Justices' wives received on Monday. So we went to see Mrs. Brandeis a
                            number of times, because she was crazy about Stella. Mrs. Brandeis was a
                            perfectly marvelously interesting woman. She was perfectly beautiful.
                            She must have been eighty, but she was still absolutely beautiful. She
                            always wore cotton stockings. She said, you girls are very extravagant,
                            I think, to wear silk stockings; I never wear silk stockings, unless
                            it's an evening entertainment. But she was very devoted to Stella, and
                            through Stella I got to know her, you know, as a second-hand
                            relationship. But she was very nice to me. She began to invite Cliff and
                            myself to the afternoon teas she'd have on Sunday afternoon, but that
                            was more on account of Cliff than on account of me. You see, the
                            Justice, Justice Brandeis, was very much interested in everything that
                            went on, and he was particularly interested in all the recapitalization
                            of the banks. And he and Max Loenthal had been very much interested. Max
                            Loenthal was a brilliant man who was a great friend of Justice Brandeis
                            who had helped recapitalize the railroads, I believe. But he was an
                            extremely attractive man. But I've told you about going to Justice
                            Brandeis' for tea, alll the pomp and ceremony. But the point was that it
                            was really through Stella—then of course I got interested in what Cliff
                            was doing—but I just gradually got interested in the New Deal.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>This was sort of in your second year?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>This was in about the second or third year, it was the second year I was
                            in Washington.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Had you had another child by that time? Had Lucy come by that time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p22" n="22"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, it was my son. He was born then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>He was born about the second year you were in Washington?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was born about the second year I was in Washington. He was a beautiful
                            boy. . . . Stella Landis . . . I began to go out, you know, to go to
                            hearings. She also was interested in hearings. Stella had worked for the
                            Scripts-Howard papers. And she was such a bright, interesting woman, so
                            attractive that old-man Scripts had taken her around the world with him
                            on his yacht. And this was certainly no scandal connected with that; he
                            was about 87 then. But he found her such a delightful companion. And she
                            was, I think, one of the most charming women I ever met in my life. And
                            Cliff got to know Jim pretty well, because they'd go in the car together
                            in the morning, but he never did like Jim much. He said Jim was one of
                            the most cold-blooded, selfish people he'd ever met. He didn't think he
                            was arrogant and cold-blooded in the sense . . . he was unaware, if you
                            know what I mean. I don't mean he was deliberately cold-blooded and
                            selfish; he was just unaware. He was that way with Stella. I remember
                            the little girls went to St. Agnes, too, and when they would have plays
                            or put on something, she would have to beg and beg Jim to come, you
                            know, because they wanted their father to be there. Jim was just
                            unaware. Whatever he did, he did with his entire concentration, you
                            know, his entire mind. And he talked very little, but if you'd go there
                            to dinner, if he drank a great deal, along about 12 o'clock, he'd start
                            talking. And then he'd talk til 4 o'clock in the morning and be just
                            absolutely brilliant. You know, he really was just shy and <gap
                                reason="unknown"/>. But by that time, we were just in a state of
                            total exhaustion. He was a difficult husband, And then later, you know,
                            he deserted her, left her. That's a long way into the future. But he was
                            a very difficult husband. I always thought Cliff had a great awareness
                            of character, and he judged people more by character <pb id="p23" n="23"
                            /> than he did by their accomplishments really sometimes. Often he did,
                            he'd judge them. And he never did really care for Jim very much. But
                            anyway through Stella I did get interested in going up on the Hill to
                            the hearings and I got interested in the New Deal. </p>
                        <milestone n="3040" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:01:00"/>
                        <milestone n="8416" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:01:01"/>
                        <p>And of course through Hugo and Cliff, you know, just being up there, too,
                            being free, able to get away on account of having servants. See, I had a
                            yard man and a wash lady and a nurse and a cook. You know, it just seems
                            impossible to think that here on $6500 you would have . . . I think he
                            finally got raised to $7500 by the end of the first year, but that's the
                            way you lived. By this time I had gotten to be a real New Dealer. </p>
                        <milestone n="8416" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:01:45"/>
                        <milestone n="3041" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:01:46"/>
                        <p>Oh, I thought the New Deal was the most marvelous thing in the world. And
                            I had met Aubrey Williams and Anita. You see, they lived in Arlington
                            not very far from us. And I had met them, and we used to go over there
                            on Sundays. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now what did he do in the New Deal at that point?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p> Harry Hopkins was head of the WPA, and he was the assistant
                            administrator of the WPA and he also got to be head of the NYA. The
                            Williams had all these boys, you know; they had 4 boys, and they lived
                            in Arlington County which was several miles from where we lived, but on
                            the Virginia side. They had an old house. And they'd have these parties
                            on Sunday. Oh, all kinds of people would come out. Anita was a wonderful
                            cook, and a beautiful woman. I don't know if you've ever seen her or
                            not. She's one of the prettiest women I ever saw. She was a real beauty,
                            too, if you know what I mean, had perfect bone structure. And Aubrey was
                            very gracious and funny and hospitable. His boys were attractive, and
                            they'd have a bright fire, delicious food and drink. People would love
                            to gather at the Williams' on Sunday afternoon. I met a lot of the New
                            Dealers through that. And then I remember meeting Helen Gahagan Douglas
                            there for the first time. She was another of the great beauties. She
                            looked like a Greek goddess; she was just gorgeous. She was a sweet
                            person, too, and very nice. Cliff was very admiring of her. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p24" n="24"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was she married to Melvin Douglas at the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh, yes. Then Pete Seegar I remember meeting there. Well, I'd met
                            Pete first at the Highlander Folk School when he was a boy out of
                            Harvard. Alan Lomax was there. You see the Seeger family lived in
                            Washington. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Alan Lomax was where? At the Williams or at Highlander Folk School?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I met him at the Williams. I met Pete first at Highlander. But they
                            would bring their guitars there, and that was the beginning of the great
                            folk music.. You see Alan Lomax's father was head of the folk music
                            division of the Library of Congress, and Pete Seeger's father was head
                            of the whole music division of the Library of Congress, I believe, I'm
                            sure he was. Anyway, Pete and Alan were the founders of the folk music
                            revival. Taping hadn't come in then; I don't think they even had
                            electronic taping then. But they would go all over the country. When I
                            first saw Pete, he had acne and a dirty sweatshirt on and a pair of
                            dirty jeans and he'd left Harvard and he was going all over the country
                            with a guitar collecting folk music. I just adored him from the very
                            start. He's another pure character that I never had anything but praise
                            and love for. I think he's a wonderful person. But they would come out
                            to the Williams and play folk music. And then there was another place we
                            got to go. Some beautiful girls rented a house next to us on Seminary
                            Hill, and one of them married Tom Eliot. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She married Tom Eliot?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Congressman, he was a congressman from Massachusetts. He was the grandson
                            of the president of Harvard. Her name was Lois, heavens she was one of
                            my best friends and I can't remember what her name was before she
                            married. But anyway, there were 7 or 8 of them that rented this house
                            for the summer, and they were very attractive, very pretty girls. They
                            all had jobs in the New Deal in one way or the other. Through them we
                            got to know a lot of the younger kind of New Dealers, like Jim Rowe and
                            Jerry Reilly —and he married one of these girls. There were just all
                            sorts of young men that were coming out to visit these girls. And they
                            would have square dances. There was lots of music there. <pb id="p25"
                                n="25"/> And then another place that was a sort of center was Tom
                            Corchran, you know who he was. They had what they called the "little red
                            house" where a lot of the young bachelors lived, and they'd have
                            parties. So we began to sort of make friends in the New Deal crowd, if
                            you know what I mean, the ones what were doing things. So I got just
                            absolutely to be a great New Dealer. I thought what they were doing was
                            marvelous.</p>
                        <milestone n="3041" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:07:22"/>
                        <milestone n="8417" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:07:23"/>
                        <p>And I thought the WPA and feeding the starving people . . . And then
                            Clark Foreman appeared on the scene, and he was working in the Interior
                            Department trying to find Negroes jobs. Well I had known him at Harvard,
                            you see, and this was a big change in Clark. When I had known him he'd
                            had no interest in those things at all that I knew of. So through
                            him—you remember Will Alexander?—so I got to know some of the people in
                            the agricultural division. </p>
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                        <milestone n="3042" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:08:08"/>
                        <p>Anyway I got to know a lot of these people in Washington who were in the
                            New Deal, so I decided I wanted to do something. I had servants; I could
                            leave the children at home for a morning or an afternoon without feeling
                            any sense of great guilt. So I volunteered to be a worker in the women's
                            division of the Democratic National Committee. And I asked Sister and
                            Hugo if they thought that was all right. And they thought that was a
                            good idea. There were two very nice southern girl named May Thompson
                            Evans from North Carolina—she was working in the Women's Division. And
                            then the head of it was named Dorothy McAlister—she came from Milwaukee,
                            and her husband later became a judge, and she was an awfully nice woman.
                            Two or three times a week I'd go down to the Women's Division of the
                            National Democratic Committee, and I was a volunteer; I didn't get paid.
                            And I'd clip newspapers and answer the telephone and do whatever
                            volunteers were supposed to do. But it was lots of fun because Mrs.
                            Roosevelt would come in quite often. There would be all kinds of women
                            coming through. What they were trying to do at that time was to . . .
                            The Women's Division of Democratic National Committee was trying to put
                            into effect what they called the 50-50 plan, which is that all the
                            Democratic <pb id="p26" n="26"/> Committees would be 50-50, 50 women, 50
                            men; they would have equal representation. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was that considered a radical proposal?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, God, yes. I should say it was. Because in the southern states there
                            was not a single woman on a single Democratic committee. The Democratic
                            National Committeewomen were usually sort of pretty southern women that
                            wore big hats and would sing Dixie. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Whose idea was this, the 50-50?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, Mrs. Roosevelt and there was somebody named Molly—what was her
                            name; she came from New York state—and Dorothy McAlister and May
                            Thompson Evans, all these women that were working in the Women's
                            Division were working on the 50-50 plan. So they were particularly
                            worried about the South because there were no southern women on any
                            Democratic committee, I mean local, city, state, anything. They were
                            just completely outside. So they got particularly worried about the
                            South. So they made quite a study of it. They said that the thing that
                            was wrong was the poll tax. The poll tax in all the southern states, you
                            see, had been put on after the Populist uprising, around 1900, when they
                            disenfranchised the Negroes by the white primary and by the poll tax,
                            but they also disenfranchised the poor whites. You see, no women voted.
                            Women didn't start voting until 1920. Very few women voted because if a
                            man, a poor tenant farmer if he had scraped up a dollar and a half to
                            pay his poll tax, he sure as hell wasn't going to pay a dollar and a
                            half for his wife. And they never had any money. And then in Alabama you
                            know, the poll tax was retroactive. If you started voting when you were
                            forty-five, you had to pay 35 dollars because you had to pay back every
                            year you'd missed. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was it retroactive in a lot of other southern states?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, it was retroactive in Virginia for three years back, but in Alabama
                            it was retroactive from the time you were 21 years old. Now I think the
                            highest proportion of voting was in Texas, which was about 31%, but then
                            it got down to 12% in Mississippi. Now this was the proportion of people
                            who voted of voting age; this wasn't the proportion of population. This
                            was the people who were eligible to vote over 21. So the South was just
                            run by an oligarchy composed of <pb id="p27" n="27"/> whites, usually
                            middle-aged, gentlemen, or men, some of them were gentlemen and some of
                            them weren't. But in any case Mrs. Roosevelt at that time had a very
                            high voice; you know she had voice lessons and she really squeaked, like
                            Squeaky Fromm. But she had that high, very high-pitched voice. But I
                            just became devoted to her. I thought she was a wonderful woman, just a
                            great person. And the women in the Democratic Division were devoted to
                            her. And old Mrs. Daisy Harriman would sweep in. You don't remember her.
                            She was a great figure in the Democratic Party. She became an
                            ambassador, I think, later to Sweden or Denmark. She was a very handsome
                            woman and gave a lot of parties. She would sweep in. But it was an
                            interesting lot of women, you know, extremely interesting. So I became
                            very fond of them. But now there were no Negroes around. There was
                            absolutely not one single black person around the Democratic National
                            Committee that I ever saw. It was about 1934, I reckon, '35. I was born
                            in 1903, so I was about 30, I suppose. I was a young woman. So we were
                            working quietly along on this 30-30 [sic] thing, and then, I mean the
                            50-50 thing, and then the Women's Division of the Democratic National
                            Committee began the onslaught on the poll tax.. They were saying we had
                            to get rid of the poll tax. They were getting out literature against the
                            poll tax and sending out literature and trying to get somebody on the
                            Hill to introduce a bill, you know, to get rid of the poll tax, and
                            trying to get the States to get rid of the poll tax. And the poll tax
                            got to be a great political issue.</p>
                        <milestone n="3042" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:15:53"/>
                        <milestone n="8418" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:15:54"/>
                        <p> Well, one day I went down as my volunteer to the Democratic National
                            Committee, and everybody looked like there was a death in the family,
                            and it seems that the chairman of the Democratic National Committee,
                            Jim—the big Irishman who later got to be head of the Coco-Cola Company;
                            he's still alive; he was the campaign manager for Roosevelt—Farley, of
                            course. Jim Farley was a great, big overpowering fellow from New York,
                            you know, big Irishman and very genial and all the men were crazy about
                            him. His wife never did come to Washington. They'd come from very humble
                            origins, and she was very sensitive. She came to Washington one time and
                            gave a party and nobody came or something happened; I never was invited,
                            so I don't remember. <pb id="p28" n="28"/> I just remember Mrs. Farley
                            never came back to Washington after that any more. And you know the
                            break actually between Farley and Roosevelt came because Mrs. Farley
                            thought Mrs. Roosevelt snubbed her. Mrs. Roosevelt was rather
                            unconscious herself I think at times because I'm sure it never crossed
                            her mind to snub Mrs. Farley, but you know she was such a busy woman and
                            she was into everything and she was just so different from most
                            Presidents' wives. So Mr. Farley had come down to see Dorothy McAlister
                            and then he had gone to the President of the United States and said if
                            you don't shut up these damn women in the Democratic Committee, it's
                            just making trouble on the Hill with the southern senators and
                            congressmen. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Because of the poll tax, not because of the 50-50?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They weren't going to pay any attention to that anyway, particularly when
                            women didn't vote, not enough to make any difference. But he was getting
                            terribly upset about the poll tax because it was kind of catching on. No
                            bills had been introduced, but it was beginning to sort of catch on. So
                            now we come up to the year of '36, when Roosevelt won by the greatest
                            majority in history. I don't know whether Lyndon Johnson got a bigger
                            vote in '64 or not but anyway in '36 Roosevelt won his second term for
                            President by the biggest majority at that time had ever been known. He
                            won every state except Maine and Vermont, I believe. And in the
                            meantime, you know, the Wagner Act had been passed to unionize the
                            South, I mean people could unionize. It was part of the NRA, you know,
                            section 7a. But then when the NRA was declared unconstitutional, they
                            saved the Wagner Act—he was a senator from New York. That was passed,
                            which meant that they set up a labor board, you know, and people could
                            organize without being beat up or put in jail like Bull Connor did. So
                            the South was awfully agitated about that because you see cheap labor
                            was their great selling point, to industry, to come down where you've
                            got cheap Anglo-Saxon, happy, powerless people to work for you for a
                            whole lot less than they would in New York or New England. And a <pb
                                id="p29" n="29"/> lot of the cotton mills had begun to move down
                            South. A lot of those vacant towns you see in New England today like
                            Fall River, all those mills that had moved South, you see. The point was
                            that Farley just raised hell. Well, Mr. Roosevelt was having enough
                            trouble getting his things through anyway. You know the southerners had
                            begun to—The WPA and the NYA and all these things that were giving these
                            niggers, paying them $2 a day or a dollar a day. </p>
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                        <p>Ed Smith, Cotton Ed Smith, said, ain't no nigger never worth more than
                            50¢ a day. And he was having trouble with all the southerners in the
                            Congress and Senate anyway. And a lot of them you see were the heads of
                            the committees, they were the big shots. So he sent word through his
                            wife. I don't think Farley ever gave us enough attention to come down
                            and see us in the Division; he went to Roosevelt. Mr. Roosevelt told
                            Mrs. Roosevelt all those women down there to cool it, to lay off the
                            poll tax. Well, we had a real indignation meeting, you know. We really
                            were perfectly indignant about it. Anyway we had this big indignation
                            meeting. So this was in '36. He had just won the election. In the
                            meantime you know, he'd lost the Supreme Court fight, about enlarging
                            the Supreme Court, because they'd also been blocking his measures. So he
                            launched the famous purge; you remember the purge? He decided that he
                            himself would go out—he'd won this tremendous victory—and he would go
                            out and he would try to defeat some of these people who'd been blocking
                            all his programs. I think he defeated O'Connor in New York; I think he
                            got him beat. But he came South, and the first one he attacked was
                            Senator George of Georgia. And he made that famous speech I believe at
                            Millegeville, near Warm Springs, where he had his winter place there.
                            And it was the greatest gathering you could imagine of people. And he
                            said, with Senator George sitting right on the platform, that—you see,
                            Fascism was rising in Europe then, there was Mussolini and the Spanish
                            War was going on then and of course Hitler was rising in Germany. So
                            Roosevelt—it's really one of the greatest speeches of all time— said
                            that fascism and feudalism were very much the same. <pb id="p30" n="30"
                            /> He said that fascism was rising in Europe and that the South was
                            feudalistic. And really feudalism and fascism were very much the same,
                            which meant that the society was controlled by a very small oligarchy,
                            you know, and people did't have any rights and freedoms and powers. Oh,
                            it was a powerful speech. Well, not only did Mr. George get reelected,
                            but he got reelected by the biggest majority there'd ever been in
                            Georgia because everybody in Georgia got perfectly furious and said that
                            here was the President coming down telling them who to vote for, you
                            know. And he had sent Clark Foreman down there, who was a native
                            southerner, you see, he'd been working in the Interior Department trying
                            to get Negroes jobs. He sent him down there to kind of look after the
                            campaign. I forget the man who ran against Senator George. He was a
                            governor or something, a New Dealer. But he got beat so bad, and none of
                            Clark's friend would speak to him. And his uncle, who owned the Atlanta
                                <hi rend="i">Constitution,</hi> would never put his name in the
                            paper as Clark Howell Foreman; he always called him Dr. C. H. Foreman.
                            They stayed down there several months. Oh, it was just swamped, I mean,
                            all their old friends, the Piedmont Driving Club and all the people he'd
                            grown up with and gone to the University with wouldn't have a thing to
                            do with him. No, he was on the wrong side. And Clark, I wish you could
                            have interviewed him about his experiences there. They were rough; and
                            Marian came from Canada, and she had such exquisite manners. She was so
                            gracious. So they had a rough time of it. Anyway, all the southerners he
                            tried to beat, Cotton Ed Smith and Senator George, I don't know whether
                            he took on Bilbo then or not— anyway, they all won. They won
                            overwhelmingly. The purge was a total failure as far as the South was
                            concerned. In the meantime the labor unions were having a terrible time.
                            They were being beat up and put in jail and held incommunicado, and Bull
                            Connor would just throw them in jail and hold them there for six or 8
                            months—they never would see anybody. A lot of them were killed; nobody
                            knows how many were killed. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>This is the steelworkers organizing in Birmingham? </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, but not only in Alabama; it was all over the South. And this was the
                            time of the textile strikes <pb id="p31" n="31"/> and when they were
                            having the flying squadrons. And there were machine guns around all the
                            cotton mills. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And how much of this were you hearing at the Women's Democratic
                        Division?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, well, I was hearing a lot of it there, but it was all over you know.
                            This was a great crisis, because Roosevelt had put his prestige on the
                            line to change the South, to try to get rid of this bloc that was
                            defeating him on all of his measures, you see. Then Hugo Black came up
                            with the idea of the wage and labor act, which put a ceiling under wages
                            at 25¢ an hour. Well, that just nearly drove people into spasms because
                            they were paying them 10¢ an hour in the turpentine camps and on the
                            sharecroppers and the day labor particularly in the Black Belt with the
                            Negro, you know, 50¢ a day was the going wage there. You see, it was the
                            resistance of the Old South against all this stuff coming down South,
                            paying people good wages and having unions; the Negro would get big
                            ideas. The whole thing was that after the Civil War the sad thing was
                            that the South attracted industry on the basis of cheap wages. There
                            used to be advertisements in all the papers, you know, about the
                            contented . . . low wage, white, contented labor.</p>
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                        <milestone n="8419" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:30:08"/>
                        <p> Well, in any case&#x2014;</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p32" n="32"/>

                    <p>
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                            <p>[END OF TAPE 1, SIDE B]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
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                <div2 id="tape2-a" n="2-A" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 2, SIDE A]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 2, SIDE A]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well in any case </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now you're still working daily? </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I'm not working daily. I used to go down and volunteer. By that time I
                            had two children; I had three because Lucy had come along by that time.
                            So I had three children; I wasn't quite as free. I still had help, but I
                            wasn't quite as free. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't know whether we went back to this meeting the women had after
                            Farley passed the word down.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We just had this meeting. So we discussed an idea of setting up an
                            independent committee to abolish the poll tax. It never came to anything
                            out of the Democratic Committee, but the idea was we would set up an
                            independent committee. But then what happened was that after Roosevelt
                            had been beaten so badly in his purge and after the labor unions were
                            having such a hard time—that's when Ida Sledge got run out of
                            Mississippi and Joe Gelders got beat up. </p>
                        <milestone n="8419" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:31:21"/>
                        <milestone n="3048" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:31:22"/>
                        <p>Well, then the La Follette committee began to investigate the violations
                            of the Wagner Act. Bob La Follette was from Wisconsin, the son of the
                            old Bob La Follette and he was a friend of Sister's and Hugo's and I had
                            met him several times there at dinner, and I thought he was an awful
                            nice fellow—had an awfully nice wife. So I got absolutely absorbed in
                            the La Follette committee. I would go up every morning and stay there
                            all day long, because they were investigating the violations of the
                            Wagner Act, and Harlan County and the steel workers and the automobile
                            workers. This book of Jeremy Brecker's has some of it in it. But there
                            was terrible violence and fires and Pinkertons and detectives and
                            arsenals. All of this was new to me, you know. I had seen the poverty in
                            Alabama, but never the violence. I had never seen, and I was just
                            terribly shocked at this. And then when they got to the Tennessee Coal,
                            Iron and Railroad Company in Birmingham, Alabama, then I really was just
                            shocked out of my mind. </p>
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                        <p>See, I had never known Joe Gelders, although he had been in college with
                            Cliff at the University of Alabama. But you see he had come down and was
                            head of something called the Southern Civil Rights Committee, who tried
                            to get prisoners out of jail. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>What do you mean when you say "he had <pb id="p33" n="33"/> come
                        down"?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was teaching at the University of Alabama, teaching physics. And when
                            the depression came, he was completely unpolitical. He was married to
                            Ester Frank, who was a beautiful girl from Montgomery—she taught
                            English. And they were a very popular young couple at the University of
                            Alabama, but both of them totally unpolitical. Joe had been raised in
                            Birmingham; his father was quite a wealthy man. He had a brother named
                            Lewis Gelders, whom I'd gone to school with all my life, who married one
                            of the Gussen girls. Mrs. Gussen was quite a famous character in
                            Birmingham. She was a music teacher. But Lewis married one of the Gussen
                            girls, and Joe married Ester Frank from Montgomery. And then they had a
                            sister named Emma, who married one of the Sterns from Anniston. They
                            were a wealthy family, and Emma had gone to Smith. She was older than I
                            was, but Emma Gelders was extremely bright, and she belonged to a group
                            of girls in Birmingham who were older than I was. We always called them
                            the Bluestockings because they'd all been graduated from college, Mary
                            Parkland, Martha Toolmin, and Amelia Worthington. And they discussed
                            books. And they were suffragettes, too! They believed in women's
                            suffrage. And so I knew them, but I didn't know them well. Anyway, Joe
                            Gelders and Ester were down at the University. And when they began the
                            program—this was a New Deal program, too—when Henry Wallace got to be
                            with the Agriculture Department, they began to kill the pigs and plow up
                            the corn and cotton to raise the prices. You see the price was down to
                            nothing. So they destroyed, you know, pigs; they killed them. And they
                            plowed up cotton; they plowed up the corn. But Joe Gelders, who was
                            totally unpolitical, he saw all around him in Tuscaloosa people
                            starving, you know, and nothing to wear, and living just barely from
                            hand to mouth. </p>
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                        <milestone n="3049" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:35:44"/>
                        <p>See, I cannot describe to you young people about the rickets and pellagra
                            and the worms and the hookworm, because you say you've never seen it.
                            Well, I saw it and he saw it: people who were just on the last go-round.
                            When you see a child that's shaking all over with rickets because they
                            don't get any protein, it's a pretty horrible sight. See, I saw all
                            that—I told you before—when I worked in the Junior League <pb id="p34"
                                n="34"/> in Birmingham. We were taking the Red Cross around, and I
                            saw people with these great white blotches of pellagra. First time I saw
                            it, I thought they had—oh, that terrible disease, in the Bible—leprosy.
                            I thought they had leprosy; it scared me to death. I really did. See I
                            never . . . You see the black people would have these great white
                            blotches on them, too, from pellagra.. And the white people would have
                            these blotches. It came from pellagra. And they all looked yellow and
                            drawn. And the ones with hookworm . . . You know Aubrey Williams came
                            from the country, and he had a lot of relatives poor as Job's turkey.
                            They were poor as they could be. And I'd say, what'd they do. And he'd
                            say, well, they'd just sit and spit all day. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And that's from hookworm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>From hookworm. They were so diseased and lazy. Everybody said the
                            southerners were so lazy; they didn't like to get out and work. Well,
                            they had hookworm and they had all these parasitic diseases and
                            nutritional diseases. You never saw them. And you never saw the children
                            in the mill villages that worked in the cotton mills. You see it took
                            me—I was twenty-odd years old before I waked up to it and it was right
                            around me. And of course you never saw it. But after I did see it, it
                            got me stirred up. So Joe Gelders saw all this and he got terribly
                            upset. It was just the irrationality of killing pigs when people were
                            hungry and plowing up cotton when they didn't have anything to wear. And
                            you know they were burning wheat in the Midwest. It was the destruction
                            of things trying to raise the price. So he didn't know a thing about
                            economics. He had never read a book on economics in his life. So he went
                            to the library and began to read economics. And he started out with Adam
                            Smith, I think. Anyway, he went right on through. He read all the books
                            he could find on economics. He read the Beards, you know, Charles and
                            Mary Beard. He went right on through the economics shelf. So finally he
                            got to the socialists, the Webbs. Did you ever try to read the Webbs
                            book, from England? They were Fabians. Well, he read the Webb book. I
                            read them in Wellesley, and they were hard reading. But they stirred me
                            up a little bit there, but not much. But anyway, he <pb id="p35" n="35"
                            /> finally got up to Engels and Marx. And he said, this is it! He said
                            this is the answer to all this poverty and all of this killing the pigs
                            and burning up the corn and cotton. So he began to have people come up
                            to the house. And he'd go around and tell everybody that he'd found the
                            answer to the depression, and it was capitalism. And you had to have
                            Marxism. </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was he still in Tuscaloosa at the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Sure, he was still teaching at the University. He wa