it was back in 1989 when i was a sophomore at vanderbilt that i first heard the name perry wallace. and i was struck by a scene that was in a student magazine article about perry. and he was, it was a story about his freshman year on the freshman basketball team. back then they didn't play on the varsity as freshman. he did have one african-american teammate that year, god freed dillard. they were sitting in the locker room halftime against mississippi state, two young, strong basketball players holding hands to gain the strength to go back on the court for the second half. the first half had been such a gross, grotesque display of racism, they both described it as their version of hell on earth. and just reading that article as a relatively new person to nashville and to vanderbilt really hit me, and i was taking a black history class at the time and wrote a paper about perry. he was a professor at the university of baltimore at the time, and i called him up in baltimore, ended up writing two papers about him, several columns for the student newspaper. of all the things i did as a s