
The Summer 2023 edition of “Georgia” – the magazine of the University of Georgia has as its cover story the university’s Redcoat marching band. The article brought back a rush of memories that had long been forgotten – or suppressed. The article evoked bittersweet memories for me. When I was growing up in Atlanta, we had five year high schools and I was one of only three eight graders in the varsity band. My junior and senior years, I was first chair clarinet – equivalent to concert master. I was really very good and although I could not improvise, I could play anything placed before me.
When I graduated from Booker T Washington High School in 1962 I was awarded five college band scholarships. Four were to HBCUs and one was to Ohio State. All wanted me to major in music and so I turned them down. Instead I enrolled at Georgia. Naturally, I tried out for the band despite their being the “Dixie” Red Coat band and playing Dixie after the National Anthem at football games (which looked like a Ku Klux Klan rally with all the confederate flags). My Dad said “Are you sure you can play Dixie?” I told him yes since I wanted to be in the band. However, the director, Roger Dancz told me after I auditioned that despite the fact that I was probably the best clarinetist on campus that I could not be in his band. The reason? He said we would not be able to travel in the segregated south. So instead I played in the Air Force ROTC band and always resented not being allowed to be a Red Coat. During my four years at Georgia no black athlete played on the Athens campus. However, my senior year NC State played us and there were blacks in their band. They were housed in the basketball arena with cots on the floor and fed in the cafeteria. I visited them and they said that they were the first blacks in the band at their school. When they showed up the band director said that they were welcome to be in the band that that “We will make this work.” I envied them and my resentment of Roger Dancz grew. I love the university but there were four faculty or administrators that I will never forgive. Roger Dancz is one of them.
To this day, when I see black students wearing the Red and Black, I wonder what might have been.
