Affirmative Action – Go Retire Psychiatrist

I noticed the headlines about the DEI flap at The University of Iowa, the one with the official apparently spilling the beans about University of Iowa’s DEI program not going away despite being illegal while maybe being unaware of being filmed. I’m not going to retell the story.

However, it does remind me of a time back in the 1970s in the days of affirmative action when I was a freshman student at Huston-Tillotson College (now Huston-Tillotson University) in Austin, Texas.

I learned about tenacity to principle and practice from a visiting African American professor in educational psychology from the University of Texas. It was 1975. Dr. Melvin P. Sikes paced back and forth across the Agard-Lovinggood auditorium stage in a lemon-yellow leisure suit as he talked about the importance of bringing about change in society.

He was a scholar yet decried the pursuit of the mere trappings of scholarship, exhorting us to work directly for change where it was needed most. He didn’t assign term papers, but sent me and another freshman to the Austin Police Department. The goal evidently was to make them nervous by our requests for the Uniform Crime Report, which Dr. Sikes suspected might reveal a tendency to arrest blacks more frequently than whites. He wasn’t satisfied with merely studying society’s institutions; he worked to change them for the better. Although we were probably just as nervous as the police were, this real-life lesson about the importance of applying principles of change directly to society was awkward.

Nothing like confronting social issues head on, right?

We would have preferred a term paper. We sat in the police station looking at the Uniform Crime Report, which was the only resource we could get. I think we were there a couple of hours; it felt a lot longer than that. The officer who got us the paperwork was polite, but a little stiff and wasn’t really open to anything like an interview or anything close to that. I can’t remember what we came up with as a write-up for what felt like a fiasco. I’m pretty sure we didn’t bring about anything even close to change. It was a humbling experience. Maybe that was the point but I’ll never know.

Dr. Melvin P. Sikes was a member of the Tuskegee Airmen although he didn’t see combat. He was the dean of two historically black colleges, a clinical psychologist, and a University of Texas professor. He died in 2012 after a long and successful career as a psychologist, teacher, and author.

I found a podcast about him which was sponsored by the Hogg Foundation for Mental Health and which aired February 15, 2024. It’s an hour long, but there are segments of interviews of him in 1972 that I consider fascinating. A couple of times he says something which I wish the interviewer had allowed him to expand on. The gist of it is that we need to have a system of education which allows people to speak from the standpoint of pride rather than rhetoric. I think what he might have meant is that it would be wonderful if we felt secure and confident in ourselves to express our minds sincerely. The word “rhetoric” makes me think of talk that is persuasive, even impressive, but maybe insincere. I think it still fits today.

I came across a couple of items that prompted my renewed gratitude. One of them was an article in Bloomberg on the web, “US Medical Schools Grapple With First Admissions Since End of Affirmative Action” by Richard Abbey, Ilena Peng, and Marie Patino, published on December 14, 2023. It’s about how hard it is for black students to get into and graduate from medical school. Just getting to college is a major hurdle.

The other item is an obituary of one of the most important persons in my life, Pastor Robert Leroy Stone. He authorized scholarships for two years of my undergraduate college education, which were at Huston-Tillotson College (now Huston-Tillotson University, one of the HBCUs) in Austin, Texas. That was back in the 1970s, ancient history now. The issue of Affirmative Action was widely discussed during that time.

As usual, I’m dumbfounded by how often I miss the passing of the critically important people who made my success in life possible. And there is this astonishing connection which followed me even to Iowa City—but of which I was unaware. After he retired, Pastor Stone moved from Mason City to Iowa City in November of 2001. At that time, I had graduated from The University of Iowa College of Medicine, finished my residency in psychiatry in 1996, and was on staff in University of Iowa Dept of Psychiatry. I never knew he was so close. He died in 2002.

Pastor Stone was a Board Member and Chair of the Mason City YMCA, where I lived for a while. He was also a Member of the Board of Chemical Dependency Services of North Iowa as well as the Mental Health Center of North Iowa.

Although I didn’t graduate from Huston-Tillotson College, I was able to transfer credit to Iowa State University. And from there I went to medical school at The University of Iowa.

I’ve read other stories about how hard it is for Black students to get into and finish medical school. My path was indirect and not easy, but Pastor Stone made it possible. And for that, I am grateful.