Combating poor conditions for African American patients at Palmetto State Hospital
Simkins speaks at length about the work of the Richland County Citizens' Council towards combating segregation and poor conditions for African Americans at the Palmetto State Hospital in Columbia, South Carolina. In 1965, the Committee began to investigate reports of atrocious conditions for African American patients at the mental health facility. Simkins describes the process by which they sought to uncover and publicly reveal these inequities and their efforts to garner the support of the governor and the state legislature. Eventually, they succeeded in having the facility integrated and conditions improved. The anecdotes she offers throughout are particularly illuminating of the perpetuation of segregation and its consequences into the 1960s.
Citing this Excerpt
Oral History Interview with Modjeska Simkins, July 28, 1976. Interview G-0056-2. Southern Oral History Program Collection (#4007) in the Southern Oral History Program Collection, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
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- JACQUELYN HALL:
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How did you get involved in the state mental hospital situation
in '65? How did that develop?
- MODJESKA SIMKINS:
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That developed because we found out the conditions under which the people
were living at what they called Palmetto Sanitorium.
- JACQUELYN HALL:
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How did you find out about the situation?
- MODJESKA SIMKINS:
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Well, we knew it all the time. Our homestead is in that area. But we
didn't know it as well as we knew it until I went up in that area in
business. And my sister who is now dead, the one who sued the University
of South Carolina, was very friendly with a woman who lived on the
premises of the state hospital. And this woman worked with us as a
helper at the motel. And she would often tell us how these people had no
shoes, and the women lacked underwear and gowns and things like that.
And we kept talking about it, and finally we did the same type of thing
that was done with the DeLaine case. We had people to go in disguise as
though they were visiting the patients. And they slipped in cameras and
took pictures of the situation there. Now they've often told me that I
should have seen how my sister looked the Sunday they went in. But they
looked like people that came from a little old town way off somewhere
that didn't know they ought to be dressed up when they get to the state
hospital. So they got into some of the buildings, some of the buildings
that the folks (when I say the folks I mean the workers, nurses or
whatever were in charge) weren't too particular about them getting in.
So they did get into two of the worst buildings: some of them were
leaking, dirty, unscreened and all like that. So then when we got that
information—we had a lot of information by mouth, but then we
got these pictures—then we asked for an audience with the
governor, who was Russell at that time, Governor Donald Russell. Oh, we
wrote a letter to the legislature (I ran across a copy of that letter
the other day); we wrote a letter to the
legislature and sent it to each member. Then we asked the governor for
an audience, which he granted. We had that audience on the very day that
Churchill died. I'll never forget it: it was a cold, sleety
day—that Churchill was buried, I should say. And we asked him
if he would visit the hospitals with us. The hospitals were definitely
segregated. They had certification on the one downtown, which was called
the South Carolina State Hospital, but the certification officers would
come in and they weren't even told about this deplorable place for
blacks up in the country—or if they'd known, it was part of
the same thing: the State Mental Hospital wouldn't have been certified.
So we laid all of that out. All of that writing that you saw in those
papers, now all of that is my writing, and I could never go through that
again.
Anyway, with my sister's assistance we found out a lot of these things.
The governor, we asked him if he would go, and he said he would. We got
outside in this kind of sleety cold day, and we sent back in and asked
him if he would go a certain Saturday which would have been about ten
days off. And he said he would write and let us know, which he did. Now
the press somehow or other found out that we were having this meeting
that day, and several members of the press appeared. One of them was
from the Charleston News and Courier; his name is Hugh
Gibson. I never had met Hugh before, and I never understood why we got
such cooperation through their Columbia man, Columbia reporter, because
the Charleston News and Courier had always fought me
viciously as a Communist sympathizer. But anyway, they cooperated with
us in this effort. And Hugh Gibson came out on the steps of the capitol
and was talking to me about it; and he said, "Are you that Mrs.
Simkins?" I said, "Yes, I am." He said,
"I sat there looking at you." He said,
"You just kept getting redder and redder in the
face just like you were getting fatter or something or other. And I
said, ‘I wonder if that old woman is going to
explode."’
[laughter]
The governor had told the commissioner of the set-up to come
down and to bring… Well, they had some plans where they were
going to do thus-and-so. And so he had all these
plans; you know, some of them were tissue paper and some of them were
stiff paper. And it was a roll about this long, and when you opened it
out it would be as long as this table here, or maybe longer if you
opened the whole thing out. So he kept talking about this was going to
be this and this was going to be that. So finally I said, "I am
not concerned about the buildings you're going to build. When are you
going to get some shoes and some underwear and some gowns for these
people, and fix those buildings up?" And that's when I started
to raise all hell. And so Hall stammers a little; he's very slow in
talking and then he kind of stammers a little bit. And Hall couldn't get
off the ground.
So we went on this visit. They arranged buses connected with the
… you know they had buses to carry the patients around in. So
the governor and his wife and two or three others, trustees of the state
hospital, and a number of the Citizens' Committee members and others who
desired to go went in these buses. We went and visited the one uptown
here, and then we went on out to this other. And you would have to go
through the literature to find out the differences in this and in that.
They had psychiatrists down here at this place; they had no
psychiatrists up at the other place—I mean, all these things
are outlined in this literature. And after we got through visiting
around at what they called the "Upstate" (the colored
folks called it "Upstate") we had a gathering in the
little chapel space, the little auditorium that
they used for the patients up at Palmetto. And the governor and all of
us sat in there and listened to certain reports and comments from the
people who were in the buses as well as from some of the folk that
worked up there. And so one of the men, McLendon, was a doctor up there
(he's now dead); he said that they had these psychiatrists. I said,
"Name the psychiatrists." And he couldn't do it. Then
they had a regular beauty room set up downtown like a beauty parlor down
at the S.C. State Hospital, up at Oaknetti they had one of these little,
some kind of these little old-time washstands like people used to have
back in the country, that you could hang a towel on the side of, sit a
wash pan down in a little round hole, with one of these old-time oil
lamps like you used to straighten your hair by; and maybe some of the
folks I guess weren't even allowed… I mean, it was just an
awful situation.
So then we disclosed all of that. And the next thing we knew they started
those buildings there. There are beautiful buildings up there now. And
they did it quickly too! There was one old soul up here at the S.C.
State that was real shaken up about all the hell we were raising about
the segregated state hospitals. She was crazy about cats, and she had
these cats up there. And when the cats had kittens some of them were
white and some were black and some were black and white. I was told that
Miss Phipps (the cat lover) said that she bet Modjeska Simkins would
have commendation for these black and white kittens being
together—something in that order. Well,
[laughter]
they sent another man, Tom McMahan who used to be with the State
paper here and I knew him quite well (now he had become publicity man
for state hospital). They sent him with some reports on the state
hospital, and said they were going to work on
this thing of integrating the hospitals. And they thought they could do
it in five years. I said, "Five years?" (Some of our
members were in there—we never have anything like that unless
we have several that we can get off their jobs and get here.) I said,
"In five years?" I said, "In Georgia they did
it, I think, in less than two years." "Well, when do
you think it ought to be done?" I said, "Now! We want
it moved right now." Do you know what those cats even did? They
brought two or three colored patients down from the Palmetto (black)
state hospital and put them in the dining room or something there with
the whites, and reportedly they had a little fight (I don't know, they
might have generated a scuffle), and they said that's one reason they
didn't want them together. And then we wrote a short article that if
they had sense enough to know the difference between color and have
color prejudice then they had too much sense to be in State Hospital;
they ought to be turned out
[laughter]
- BOB HALL:
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[laughter]
- JACQUELYN HALL:
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[laughter]
- MODJESKA SIMKINS:
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They also had a way of sending some of the women patients from Palmetto
down there to bathe and help to dress the white patients up here at the
S.C. (main) Hospital. And one of the old women's stomach got scalded
very badly. And so we found out about it. We'd get all kind of news,
from both white and colored informers. Sometimes they would bring the
news and tell you, and sometimes if they didn't want their names
recorded, they'd bring it here and push it through the slot and it'd
fall down in the vault over there. So we said that this woman's stomach
had been scalded while she was being bathed by one of these black
patients, and we didn't know whether it was deliberate or not. Then
they'd bring the black male patients from up
there at Palmetto down to work on the yards down at this place while the
white patients would be sitting in the swings and on the benches. That's
nasty! And we just disclosed all that stuff, and it just got so hot that
they just had to do something. It just got hot a'plenty.