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