"There is so much more to love than I am accustomed to loving"
In the fall of 1931, Fisk University Dean of Women Juliette Derricotte and three Fisk students drove south from Nashville to Georgia in order to visit their families. Outside of Dalton, Georgia, their car collided with another head on. Derricotte’s car rolled over and all the inhabitants tossed out onto the ground. The other driver (a white man) demanded of the less injured students who was going to pay for his car and then disappeared.
White bystanders gathered the injured into their cars and sought medical help. Though several asked local townspeople for directions to a hospital, no one directed them to Hamilton Memorial Hospital because the locals knew it was for whites only. They were not taken to the local hospital because, as one white man said, “We don’t take ‘em [African Americans] there.”
Instead, they were taken to see white physicians, who tended their immediate needs and then moved them to a black woman’s home, which often served as a place for injured blacks to recuperate. Later reports described the home as dirty and with “no evidence of facilities for handling such cases,” though others said it was as well-equipped as most Jim Crow accommodations. Critically injured, Fisk coed Nina Mae Johnson and Derricotte were kept there for five hours, sometimes with doctors present, sometimes without, before the other two students managed to contact friends in Chattanooga and Nashville.
Black and white friends from Fisk hurried to their side and arranged for them to be transferred to Walden Hospital in Chattanooga, a black institution. The road was rough and the drive excruciatingly painful to the injured. Johnson died in route and Derricotte died the next day. W.E.B. Du Bois and the Commission on Interracial Cooperation (CIC) each led an investigation into her death. The CIC reported that race had not played a part in her treatment, but Du Bois quoted a white colleague and friend of Derricotte: “If anybody makes a report that says in effect ‘everything that could be done was done’ it merely means that everything that could be done for Negroes was done.” Derricotte, who devoted her life to the transformation of individuals through positive interracial interaction, was killed by structural racism.
Juliette Alene Derricotte only lived to be 34 years of age, but transformed countless numbers of lives during her few years on earth. Born April 1, 1897, Derricotte grew up in Athens Georgia, one of the six children of a surprising marital union between a white woman and a black man. At the behest of her mother, who wanted her to meet some compassionate whites, Derricotte attended the black college Talladega, whose teachers were all white. She became a student leader on campus and one of her many extra-curricular activities was the Young Women’s Christian Association (YWCA). After a YWCA employee encouraged her to come north after graduation and join the national office in New York, she moved to Harlem and travelled south each day to midtown Manhattan, where she became a leader in the student division.
After a lonely first year in New York, Derricotte began making friends in the black women’s community that supported the Harlem Renaissance, with women like Lillian “Sadie” Alexander, Adele Hunt Logan, Mabel Byrd, Juanita “Jane” Saddler, Marion Cuthbert, and Lucy Diggs Slowe. She also befriended white women working in the YWCA’s student division, in which she was a secretary. She travelled the country giving speeches at colleges on behalf of the YWCA student division. Though she did not always directly engage issues of race, her very presence made race an item of conversation. After her death, many white women came forward to attest that they had been racist before meeting Derricotte, but that they could not continue that way after engaging with her. One time on a tour, she overheard some students discussing a planned KKK demonstration of her speech that they had called off after actually hearing her talk.
Derricotte travelled abroad on three different occasions during the 1920s, first to Canada, then to Europe, and then around the world. She traveled on behalf of the World’s Student Christian Federation (WSCF), an international ecumenical organization. During her first speaking tour through Europe in 1924, she developed the mantra that would sustain her:
There is so much more to love than I am accustomed to loving; there is so much more to know than I am accustomed to knowing.
What a testament to the challenges of cultural contact! She knew at once that there were things she was accustomed to and yet opened herself to the challenges presented by foreign exchange.
During her tour around the world in 1928-29 (her destination was Mysore, India for a WSCF conference), Derricotte wrote long, lovely letters home to family and friends. These letters are drenched in the beauty of the scenery and the beauty of lithe bodies of color engaged in myriad cultural and labor pursuits. “I can’t describe to you the beauty of the land,” she wrote home,
the red, red soil, the rice fields in their varying shades of green, the pools of water dropped here and there, the little groups of thatched roofed houses which composed the villages the natives of the land with their brown, brown bodies almost minimally draped in red saris, hair in a braid or knot on the lower part of the neck, brass pots poised so gracefully on the heads – the women – all in a row with bundles of sticks or jugs – swaying along in silence, the men running as lightly as deer – with sticks balanced on their shoulders and gallons of milk hanging from either end of them – all – the children and men and women bathing themselves in the pools, and winding their way to the village. The land – the people – the clothes – the houses – everything blending into every other thing made one great big poem of beauty and life.
She collected worship practices from religions like Hinduism, Buddhism, and Islam to bring back to students in the United States, and reacted to these diverse religions in terms of beauty and ugliness rather than good or bad, as some missionaries would do. She embraced the identity of a person of color and a Westerner, sometimes emphasizing one over the other and sometimes uniting them into one identity.
Derricotte returned from abroad to become Dean of Women at Fisk University. She transformed the role of the Dean of Women there in conversation with Slowe, who was Dean of Women at Howard University. Instead of a chaperone, she wanted to the position to be an academic one. She moved out of the dorm and into her own cottage on campus, which was always open to the female students, but did not require her to peer over their shoulders. Fisk had recently gone through major transformations in the wake of the student uprising of 1925. Derricotte both embraced the new autonomy given to students as a result of their protests and also mourned the way some white teachers were pushed out.
Derricotte transformed individuals she met around the world through her sweet spirit, infectious sense of humor, and indirect confrontation of racism. She helped black students gain a greater sense of pride in themselves and showed white students their own racist assumptions. In all circumstances, she advocated the philosophy of “interracialism” and wanted to preserve black colleges as a space of real interracial cooperation. To this day Talladega College honors her memory through the Juliette Derricotte House, a women’s dormitory on campus.