Note: The following – celebrating Black History Month commemorating those who have influenced me most, and, here, Evelyn Hoard Roberts (1920-2007), my maternal aunt – posted initially on February 5, 2015, I share again with slight revisions.
Evelyn, following Audia Mae Hoard Roberts, her trailblazing mother and my grandmother, during her college years, was an activist with the St. Louis branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. After graduation, her NAACP association and devotion continued. Evelyn served in multiple capacities. Chairing education and membership committees. Then, successively, as branch vice-president, treasurer, and president. Her presidency (1963-1966) was an über-busy time. The branch, among numerous initiatives, litigated against the St. Louis Board of Education for unfair practices in resource allocation, demonstrated for Missouri civil rights legislation, and filed legal injunction to protest employment discrimination practices in the building of the St. Louis Gateway Arch and in the municipal service system. Later, she served as a national board member, focusing her energies on the subcommittee on prison reform.
Dedicated to her causes, Evelyn was equally serious of academic purpose. One vignette among countless. I never can forget a Saturday visit to her home office during her doctoral study years. I found her in tears. Her research paper, A View of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Mysticism through the Lens of The House of the Seven Gables, was due the following Monday. A 200-page opus with 20 pages of single-spaced end notes. With a last-instant review of the syllabus, she was horrified to have overlooked one direction. Length of Paper: No more than 100 pages of text. In the remaining hours of that weekend, frantically she set about trimming, slashing her well-crafted prose!
Evelyn was more than an activist and academician. As our maiden aunt, she was liberal with her time and generous in her affection, lavishing her attention on my brother Wayne and me. Frequently, she took us on outings; always riding in style in her immaculate Buick Invicta ragtop. To museums. To the symphony and the opera. To the Old Courthouse in downtown St. Louis. There, she recounted to us in vivid detail the 1847 story of Dred and Harriet Scott suing for their freedom from slavery. To her church, 1st Baptist on the corner of Cardinal and Bell Avenues, for Sunday School and worship (at the time unbeknownst to me, the place where I would find my preaching voice!). And, for purest fun, to the zoo or, every summer, to a night during the week-long run when the Shrine Circus came to town.
A brilliant, outrageously funny raconteur…
A vivacious fashionista decades before the HBO series Sex and the City popularized the term and the look…
A proud black woman with a wealth of interests, a breadth of opinion, and a depth of faith in God.
Aunt Evelyn, I salute you!
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