A00429 - Harold Wade, Jr., Amherst College Class of 1968, Andrew Jackson High School (Queens, New York) Graduate, Harvard Law School Degree, Author of "Black Men of Amherst"
The next name on the newly revised Memorial List after William Clarence Robinson III, Amherst College Class of 1968, is Harold Wade, Jr., Amherst College Class of 1968. Harold is arguably the most influential African American student in the history of Amherst College. A graduate of Andrew Jackson High School in Queens, New York, Harold had an active career at Amherst College. He was a member of Delta Upsilon fraternity; wrote for The Amherst Student; and worked at WAMH. However, his most important activism came with the Students for Racial Equality and with the creation of the Amherst Afro-American Society. Harold was brilliant. He was good with people, and he was good with his books. After graduation from Amherst College, Harold attended Harvard Law School where he earned a law degree. He then embarked on a career in public service that was full of promise ... a promise cut short by Harold's death by drowning on June 29, 1974. There is much to be said about Harold. Let us begin with the comprehensive Amherst magazine piece written by Katherine Whittemore, entitled "His Black History":
His Black History
The inspiring, tragic, wistful story of Harold Wade Jr. ’68, who wrote Black Men of Amherst.
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Still others scale it back from the nation to the College—but are no less wistful. Like Frank Motley, former assistant dean of students: “Harold would have spent much of his life making Amherst better than it was.”
If the name Harold Wade strikes a chord, it might be
because you’ve thumbed a copy of the history book he wrote, 1976’s Black Men of Amherst. Or maybe you’ve seen his smiling likeness on the Octagon mural. Or, to come at it sideways, you could have met up with one of the 21 Wade Fellows, African-American alumni representing the Wade Memorial Fellowship, who have come back to Amherst these past four decades to help students ponder potential careers, possible lives.
If you’re well-versed in the illustrious, sometimes fraught history of African-Americans at Amherst, you know that Wade was a founder of the Afro-American Society, the first black-majority organization at the College and the forerunner to today’s Black Student Union. Some of you watched Wade become a rising star on the political stage. In fact, when he died in 1974, Wade was working as an aide to Paul Gibson Jr., New York City’s first-ever black deputy mayor. In the New York Times obituary, Gibson called the young man’s death “a tragic loss not only for his family but for the entire city, with particular emphasis on blacks in the city.”
A few reading this, undoubtedly, knew Wade firsthand. Unlike the rest of us, you have the privilege of being able to conjure him whole in your mind, this tall, fearless, talkative, funny, astute, politically progressive, jazz-loving, change-making diehard Mets fan. The work-within-the-system strategist who, tongue firmly in cheek, sometimes signed letters “H. Rap Wade.” (It was a play on the name of the radical African-American activist H. Rap Brown, who famously said “violence is as American as cherry pie.”) The same guy who, as the mayor’s aide, insisted that Manhattan parades should be routed through Harlem, rather than a whiter neighborhood, because, as Simpkins imagines Wade saying, “black people like parades too!”
Finally, and most notably to the Amherst community, there’s Wade the archivist and writer. The one who asked his readers to forgive him for possible “emotional excess” in writing Black Men of Amherst because, when it comes to black history, “sometimes excess is necessary to counteract the sin of omission.”
There are multiple sides to this black man of Amherst, of course. But whether you knew Harold Wade in reality or by reputation, it turns out there is more to learn about who he was, what he stood for and how his legacy refuses to fade away. Let’s get to that story.
The Opinionator
and Harlem after World War II, enticing them with its newer homes, its greater space.
A skinny, thoughtful, studious child, Wade excelled in school and was tagged an SP’er (a “Special Progress” student) in junior high, a student stellar enough to skip a grade. He arrived at Amherst a few months after he turned 17, a product of Andrew Jackson High School, whose name Wade, had he lived into our time, presumably would have winced at. (Evidence: in one Black Men of Amherst footnote on naming traditions, he expresses disbelief at having an uncle “with the outrageous name of Jefferson Davis Wade.”)
But this (now defunct) mostly African-American high school had a strong reputation in its time, and was a feeder school to Amherst, one of the newly promising stops for Dean of Admission Eugene S. Wilson, a Quaker who pushed to bring more black men here as the civil rights movement deepened, at the behest of President Calvin Plimpton. When Wade arrived on campus in the fall of 1964, he had a handful of friends from Jackson High, which eased the various shocks of the transition.
Wade joined a class that then boasted the highest number of African-American students of any class in Amherst history. Today, the actual figure underwhelms—it seems there were 11—but it was a leap from previous years.
For decades, Amherst’s African-American students either roomed together or got singles: it was understood that a black roommate would make a white roommate uncomfortable. David Glass ’68 was one of the first white students housed with a black student, and this roommate introduced Glass to Wade. The two were simpatico: Glass was also a liberal Democrat, a Queens-raised SP’er and a serious fan of the fledgling Mets (though he did not match Wade’s love of outfielder Ron Swoboda). After he mailed in his acceptance, Amherst sent Glass the standard questionnaire about housing arrangements which, to modern ears, sounds decidedly coded.
“I’ll never forget the way the question was phrased,” says Glass. “It was something like, ‘Many students value the opportunity to room with a student from a different ethnic background. Would you like us to arrange such an experience for you?’” Glass wrote that it didn’t matter either way, and his “maybe” was bumped up to a yes. “It makes me realize how many said no,” says Glass. “There were clearly people uncomfortable with the idea of being integrated.”
At Amherst, Wade pitched in at The Amherst Student and WAMF. Meanwhile, he grew even more confident academically, gamely challenging professors from his freshman year on up.
“He took on Baird frequently,” recalls William H. Hastie Jr. ’68, speaking of the formidable English professor Theodore Baird. “Harold had strong views early and could express and defend them. Most of us couldn’t do that at that point,” adds Hastie. He is the son of William H. Hastie Sr. ’25, the country’s renowned first black federal judge—whom Wade asked to write the foreword to Black Men of Amherst.
Wade did not fence his outspokenness inside the classroom. “Harold was mildly sarcastic and always intense,” recalls Hastie. “You could sense him holding in a bit: that’s the mild part. But not all the time: that’s the intense part.” When it came to racism, to be sure, that intense part held sway. For example, Adrian Johnson remembers that one of the College’s a cappella groups was still performing a minstrel number called “Mississippi Mud.” Wade insisted they cut it from their repertoire or their name would, indeed, be mud. Out went the song.
The Tactician
Apolitical science major, Wade’s true passion bloomed in the nascent political movement among the College’s African-American students. Tuffy Simpkins spells out this moment of change, around 1965, as enrollment of students of color hit a new tipping point: “When I got to Amherst, there was a weird rule that black students wouldn’t gather together, wouldn’t be more than three to a group. And that was because the whole idea was to integrate yourself.” As the student body spiked from the standard eight African-American students to upwards of 25, there was power—and comfort—in numbers.
“The burden was on us to integrate and be involved with everybody,” says Simpkins. “We just relieved ourselves of that burden. We didn’t have to disperse ourselves among everybody. We were going to sit and enjoy ourselves, and be with each other. And if anyone wants to come over and sit with us, fine, that’s great.”
This burgeoning cohesion led to an “intensification of something,” as Simpkins says, which led to the formation of a student organization that started out mostly social, as the Five College black population (also growing) organized dances and parties. “These were soul gatherings, lots of celebrations of Motown,” recalls Johnson. “Before that, the average campus party ended with The Beach Boys. That was not where we were coming from.”
Trevor Bryan ’67 recalls the backlash that resulted. These soul gatherings became “a point of consternation for some of the white students,” Bryan says, and The Amherst Student ran editorials decrying such supposed self-segregation. “We had to convince them it was social and there was a need for that.” Indeed, African-American students countered that, if Jewish students had Hillel and Catholic students the Newman Society, why couldn’t they also forge an affinity group?
“It was about ending the isolation,” says Johnson, “and then social identity became more prevalent.” The African-American cohort at Amherst, of course, wasn’t monolithic: “We ran the gamut from those completely in favor of nonviolence to those a lot more in favor of Malcolm X’s viewpoint.” Besides which, “we were the first group of black kids who had not come from the moneyed black class,” adds Johnson, whose mother was a maid. He and Wade, and several friends, connected over their working-class roots. Most of Amherst’s black students, before then, had fathers who were judges, doctors, professors.
At some point, African-American students planned a protest and President Calvin Plimpton got wind of it. He told Simpkins he did not approve; it was too rogue. Simpkins went to Wade, trying to figure out the next move. “Harold sat back and he stroked his chin and he said, ‘This is what you got to do: There’s this organization, Students for Racial Equality. It was very active before, but now it’s just a shell. It only has a president. And the president is really functioning off-campus. But if we all join, we could just ask the president to leave. We would have a mailbox, we would have a budget, we would be within a structure right away.’”
This was vintage Wade: acting behind the scenes, using institutional tools to retool the institution. And, indeed, the initially mostly white SRE became the placeholder until a more robust organization could launch. “Harold was clever at doing things that are good,” says Simpkins. “He didn’t use guile for anything bad.” Meanwhile, Wade and other SRE members recruited African-American upperclassmen who had a good rapport with Plimpton, and asked them to try and win him over.
Perhaps six months later (everyone’s memory is fuzzy), feeling the climate was right, Wade encouraged Simpkins to give a speech at a morning session at Johnson Chapel, with Plimpton present. Simpkins stood up and movingly traced the heritage of African-Americans at the College on up to that very day (a topic already Wade’s “obsession,” recalls Bryan). He declared that the time had come for Amherst’s black students to formally establish their own advocacy group, not build one on the scaffolding of a formerly white-dominated precursor.
Then Simpkins said, “The masquerade is over: we are the Afro-American Society.” Plimpton was so moved, he had tears in his eyes.
Using history as motivator, as explainer, as justifier: this became Wade’s signature. He knew how much heritage and context mattered and, as such, decided to back Simpkins over Johnson to become the first president of the Afro-American Society. It was a calculated move, or maybe it was par for the course, picking the more mainstream candidate. “Harold was unique in the sense that he tried to bridge the gap between all the people at Amherst,” says Jacques Cook ’67, the son of Mercer Cook ’25, a French professor who became the ambassador to Senegal and gets many pages in Black Men of Amherst.
Johnson, who went on to become a lawyer specializing in prisoners’ rights, perched on the more radical end of the spectrum (he’d often heard Malcolm X speak a few blocks from his home in Harlem). Yet Simpkins, who went on to become a physician and surgeon who also specialized in violence prevention, came from a family that had sacrificed much. White supremacists had—twice—bombed the Simpkins’ homes in Shreveport, La., as his father gained a higher profile in the civil rights movement.
Wade understood the heft of that personal history, and he always had the continuum in mind. He began digging into the backgrounds of Amherst’s black alumni, from Edward Jones, who graduated in 1826; to Charles Hamilton Houston ’15, who hammered out the legal foundation for Brown v. Board of Education; to Charles Richard Drew ’26, who discovered the chemical method for preserving blood.
This history didn’t need to be relegated to scholarly obscurity, however. It could also enrich on a more accessible plane. Thus Wade’s first widely circulated publication, the College’s original recruiting pamphlet for African-American prospects. Its tone? Modern, proud, personal. Its title? The Black Student at Amherst.
The Author
In his senior year, the College recruited Wade to recruit others. He became one of several co-authors on The Black Student at Amherst, along with Carl Galloway ’68, William Robinson ’68 and Arnold Kawano ’70.
The Black Student at Amherst was a bold piece featuring charismatic photos and candid reportage on what it was like to go here, with a bonus overview of standout alumni. We can’t know if Wade wrote this bit of pamphlet text, but it sure sounds like him: “All of these men together do not begin to represent a responsible share of the Nation’s promise to overcome its discriminatory history of education. Nor does the fact that sixteen men in the incoming class are black out of three hundred. But this college is moving and does not have to disown its past to do so.”
Handed out at college fairs and high schools, the pamphlet soon became the model for similar recruiting efforts at other colleges. “No question, that brochure was used on a regular basis, and with pride, in trying to attract and encourage black students,” says Wayne Wormley ’72, who pored over it as a prospect and later handed it out as a green dean. (Wormley went on to be a Wade Fellow in 1981–82.)
“The Black Student at Amherst was very influential in my coming to Amherst,” says Richard Ammons ’74, whose mother and father had gone to historically black Howard University and Morehouse College, respectively. “It didn’t sugarcoat what it meant to come to Amherst. But the attraction was that it was a place where I would not be a newcomer, because it had a long tradition of African-American students who had been there.”
The campus tour and pamphlet sealed the deal for Ammons, but it mattered that he also held a vague but glowing impression of the College from childhood: “I was a bit of a nerd growing up. I read encyclopedias and came across Charles Drew, and Hastie and Houston, and in reading about them, I saw that they all had gone to a place called Amherst,” says Ammons. Then he offers the punch line: “I’d never heard of a historically black college called Amherst!”
Drew, Hastie and Houston, by the way, were all graduates of Washington, D.C.’s Dunbar High School, for many years the premier feeder school for black students to Amherst. For Black Men of Amherst, which he conceived at the College but researched and wrote mostly during his postgrad years at Harvard Law, Wade set to tracing the affiliation.
This steered him to Dunbar’s foundational influencer, principal William Tecumseh Sherman Jackson (Amherst class of 1892), who began steadily recommending Dunbar’s top students—Drew, Hastie, Houston and more—to his alma mater. Wade lionized the man in Black Men of Amherst: Teachers like Jackson “instilled in their students a spirit of competitiveness and a desire for perfection unrivalled since. The result was phenomenal, as generation after generation of high achieving blacks came from Dunbar.”
Trevor Bryan says that Wade’s findings about W.T.S. Jackson spoke volumes to his classmates. “Harold really dug that info up. I don’t think anybody knew about the principal’s role. That was unique.” Wade’s classmates were also galvanized by what he was unearthing because it coincided with 1966’s historic election of Massachusetts U.S Sen.
Edward Brooke, a Dunbar alumnus. “Edward Brooke was fresh in our minds,” Bryan says. “Here was this first black senator since Reconstruction—and he was influenced by an Amherst guy!”
The Historian
Upon graduation, Wade got accepted to Harvard Law and began climbing a ziggurat of opportunities. He spent one summer working in the office of Sidney Davidoff, an aide to New York City Mayor John Lindsay. Another summer, he became a researcher with the nonprofit Resources for the Future, at which he wrote a report on the Model Inner City Community Organization led by civil rights activist (and Dunbar alum) Walter Fauntroy. It hired black architects and engineers to build homes and stores in D.C. While at Harvard, Wade also taught in its new Afro-American studies department.
More internships, then a clerkship, then Wade laid into being an aide to the powerful. He interned at the New York law firm of Breed, Abbott and Morgan and, after law school, clerked in the court of Judge Barrington Parker (also a Dunbar alum) in D.C.: Parker would go on to preside over the trial of John Hinckley, the would-be assassin of President Reagan.
Studying like a fiend at Harvard, bricklaying a striking résumé, Wade still took time out to research Black Men of Amherst, sifting through archives, tracing leads. Because the Amherst registrar didn’t categorize students by race, Wade corralled current students to go through all the Olio yearbooks, page by page, looking for black faces, recalls Ammons, who shared the legwork with Kenneth Glover ’74. (Note: Frost Library is working to make more copies of Black Men of Amherst, now out of print, available to the community.)
Wade also delved into the Amherst-Dunbar pipeline while he was in D.C. But his hometown was calling (how telling that his favorite song was John Coltrane’s dreamy “Central Park West”). After graduating from Harvard, he came back to his old Springfield Gardens neighborhood, where he was asked to help chair the scholarship committee of his home parish, the Springfield Gardens United Methodist Church. He took a job with Mayor Lindsay’s commissioner of the Economic Development Administration, and then was plucked up by Deputy Mayor Gibson, who also hailed from Queens—and, months later, would deliver Wade’s eulogy at Wade’s church.
Those six years after graduation, this opinionator-tactician-author-historian kept in solid touch with his Amherst friends. “He was a loyal alumnus, and anyone who liked Amherst was a friend of his,” recalls Frank Motley, the former assistant dean. At one alumni event in Manhattan in the early 1970s, Wade’s mother made a big pot of chili for all who showed up. By 1974, Wade was in love with a young woman he was thinking of marrying. His work was meaningful. He was making a name for himself. He was giving back to his community.
To celebrate his upcoming birthday and mark this prime time in his life, Wade decided to take a vacation to Barbados, to visit his extended family and rest in the sun.
Just before he left, in June of that year, he had lunch with David Glass, his Amherst classmate and fellow Queens native. They talked about the Mets and jazz, shared New York’s political scuttlebutt. Wade had finished the first draft of Black Men of Amherst.
“He became very animated talking about it,” says Glass, his voice oscillating happy-to-sad at the recollection: “I could see this was something that meant a lot to him. I truthfully had no awareness how many prominent black men had graduated from Amherst. What a brilliant idea for someone to take this on and research it. As he got up to leave, I said I’d buy him lunch next time—and that I wanted him to sign a copy of the book when he got back.”
A few days later, Wade was idly walking in the shallows off a beach in Barbados. There had been a recent storm, as a friend later learned, which had knocked over a sign warning that the shallows gave way to a sudden drop-off. Like many African-Americans who, because of segregation and discrimination, had little access to pools or beaches, and who also bore the legacy of fear of the water from forebears who were never taught to swim, Wade too had never learned to swim. He drowned the day before his 26th birthday.
It was a tragedy, and it is hard to stand even all these years later.
Black Men of Amherst was published posthumously and reviewed in The New York Times, which called it “really two books, both fascinating.” On one level, the review said, “it is the history of a series of extraordinary men” of the past. On another, it is the story of Wade and his peers, caught between old and new philosophies of civil rights activism.
But let us end with the words of the remarkable young man himself, writing in his hard-won book, his gift to the ages: “In a fair and just society this history of black men at Amherst would be unnecessary. One must deal with the Is and not the Ought, however; hence my black history.”
Katharine Whittemore is Amherst’s senior writer. She wrote the Fall 2017 cover story on the College’s military veterans.
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In Memory
Our classmate and friend, Harold Wade Jr., died on Saturday, June 29, 1974, a day before his 26th birthday. He drowned while vacationing in Barbados.
Harold was born in Brooklyn, the son of Harold Wade Sr. and Thelma (Weekes) Wade.
After being accelerated twice in grammar school, he briefly attended Thomas Jefferson High School and graduated from Andrew Jackson High School in 1964. He received his B.A. degree from Amherst College in 1968. He then went on to Harvard Law School from which he received his LL.B. in 1972.
At Amherst Harold played a key role in organizing the Afro-American Society. In his senior year, he was a moving force behind the publication of the Amherst Black Student, a pamphlet which informed prospective black students about Amherst College. This was the first pamphlet of its kind and was soon followed by similar efforts at other colleges.
The energy and achievement which characterized his Amherst years continued after graduation. In the summer of 1968, Harold worked in the office of Sidney Davidoff, an aide to Mayor Lindsay. The following summer he was a researcher with Resources for the Future, Inc. and wrote a report on Rev. Walter Fauntroy’s urban renewal organization, the Model Inner City Community Organization. In the summer of 1970, he worked in the law firm of Breed, Abbott and Morgan.
His concern for the history of his people led to the completion, while studying at Harvard, of his soon-to-be published book, Black Men of Amherst. It contains biographies of the black men who attended Amherst from 1821-1971. His gentle love for his mother led him to dedicate this work to her. Also during his Harvard years, he taught in the Harvard Afro-American studies department.
After completing law school in 1972, he worked as a clerk in the court of Judge Barrington Parker in Washington, D.C. The next year he returned to his family home in New York where he soon became active in the affairs of his church and in city politics. He was a chairman of the scholarship committee of the Springfield Gardens United Methodist Church. During the Lindsay administration, he was on the legal staff of Dave Salup, Commissioner of the staff Economic Development Administration. At the time of his death, he was an assistant to the deputy mayor, Paul Gibson Jr. Those who knew Harold followed his progress closely, anticipating that he would become a leader.
The class extends its deepest sympathy to his mother, father and grandmother at this tragic loss to all of us. We have fond memories of Harold. We shall miss his endless enthusiasm, his ready laugh, his excited tirades, his warm concern and his keen intellect.
Deputy Mayor Gibson, who delivered the funeral oration, said of Harold: “He held a position in the office of New York City’s mayor which afforded him an opportunity to make meaningful contributions to the welfare of New York’s 8 million citizens. While some may feel that his responsibilities were broad for one so young, by virtue of his training, diligence and concern, he was well able to assume those responsibilities. He was a valued member of city management and an associate who will be sorely missed.”
Deputy Mayor's Assistant Drowns While on Vacation
July 3, 1974, Page 11Buy Reprints
Harold Wade Jr., an assistant to Deputy Mayor Paul Gibson Jr., drowned last weekend in a swimming accident while or vacation in Barbados, the West Indies, a spokesman for Mayor Beame's office reported yesterday.
Mr. Wade, who was 26 years old and single, joined Mr. Gibson's staff last February. A graduate of Amherst College and Harvard Law School, he was previously on the legal staff of the city's Economic Development Administration.
He lived at 178.05 133d Avenue, Jamaica, Queens.
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