[Congressional Record Volume 142, Number 8 (Tuesday, January 23, 1996)]
[Extensions of Remarks]
[Pages E59-E60]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO DELORA JONES-HICKS
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HON. DONALD M. PAYNE
of new jersey
in the house of representatives
Tuesday, January 23, 1996
Mr. PAYNE of New Jersey. Mr. Speaker, the death of Delora Jones-Hicks
has deprived the Nation of a woman of great magnitude and capacity. To
those of us who knew her personally and to those who did not, there
could be no finer example of conscientious humanity. She was a woman of
principle. She always looked for and welcomed the good; and when she
did not find it, she tried to encourage its development.
Delora Elizabeth Crews was born to Lynwood Crews and Elizabeth Rogers
Crews in Kittrell, NC, on April 29, 1937.
The family moved to East Orange, NJ, in 1942. A graduate of East
Orange public schools, she was educated in the fields of social science
and health administration at Rutgers University, New Brunswick and
Newark campuses; New Jersey School of Alcohol and Drug Abuse Studies at
Rutgers University; Bucknell University; and C.J. Post College at Long
Island University.
With the late George ``Specs'' Hicks, she cofounded New Well, New
Jersey's first private treatment center for drug addicts, with chapters
in Newark, Passaic, Atlantic City, and Morristown. She served as a
trustee and grants writer for the organization for more than 20 years,
until its closing in 1989.
Delora was director of women's training for the Business Industrial
Coordinating Council in
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Newark during the 1960's. She also served for 1 year as the Community
Liaison for the Newark Pre-School Council. She was secretary for the
Newark-Essex Congress of Racial Equality [CORE] during the 1960's, and
was active in the Newark Black Power Conference, as well as the
political election of Newark's first African-American mayor, Kenneth A.
Gibson.
In 1968, she joined the staff of Rutgers, the State University of New
Jersey, as a writer for the department of public relations on the
Newark campus. Delora also held the position of manager, division of
concerts and lectures, in the early to mid-70's. As manager, she
brought to the campus and to the larger community renowned artists such
as Sarah Vaughn, Yehudi Menuhin, the Russian pianist O. Yablonskaya,
and the great Count Basie Orchestra.
Delora was an officer or chairman of the Organization of Black
Faculty and Staff [OBFS] at Rutgers-Newark for nearly 15 years. She
played a vital role in the naming of the campus center after Paul
Robeson, Rutgers' distinguished alumnus. She spearheaded the annual
celebration of Black History Month and the Martin Luther King, Jr.,
celebration, bringing to the campus such notable speakers as Amiri
Baraka, Douglas Turner Ward, Linda Hopkins, Judge Bruce Wright, and
Rev. Joseph Lowery.
During her tenure as chair of OBFS, the number of blacks on faculty
and staff as well as student enrollment increased. She was the heart
and soul of OBFS--always vigilant, never giving up the fight to improve
the status of blacks, women, Latinos, and the disadvantaged on campus.
She launched the Justice William O. Douglas Award, a tribute to and
recognition of the contribution of Caucasians to the cause of equal
justice. With her love for knowledge and respect for education, Delora
had an abiding affection for students, particularly law students,
especially those who sought her out for advice, encouragement, and
motivation to continue the journey.
Delora briefly joined the staff of the Graduate Department of Public
Administration at Rutgers-Newark, where she established and edited the
first newsletter for the department, the M.P.A. Newsletter. She
rejoined the staff of public information where she remained until her
retirement in 1993.
Delora was a member of the Newark Arts & Culture Committee, the
NAACP, and served as a trustee on the Boys' and Girls' Clubs of Newark.
Delora traveled abroad extensively in African countries such as
Ethiopia, Kenya, Tanzania, Egypt, Somalia, Sudan, and to Spain,
England, Greece, and widely throughout the United States.
Delora was affectionately known as ``Big D'' to family and friends.
In 1955, she married the late Charles Jones, Jr., of East Orange. The
Union produced four children, Pamela Sawab, Erica Jones, Leila Bardaji,
and Channing Jones. In 1986, she married the late George Hicks of
Newark. She has six grandchildren, Farrakhan, Gibran, Al-Sawab, Elyse,
Nicole, and Cayla. She was the sister of the late Lynwood Crews, Jr.,
and the late Regina Crews. She leaves her mother, Elizabeth, her
children and grandchildren, sons-in-law, Sergio and Sawab, and a host
of dearest friends, Erma and Oliver Brown, Kathy Brunet, Bob Clarke,
Mae Curtis, Evelyn Green, Hilda Hidalgo, Irene Laini James, Adele
Kaplan, Clement Alexander Price, and Norman Samuels, among others.
Delora and the way she lived her life should be examples for all of
us. I would like to commend to the annals of American history these
remarks and an article that appeared in New Jersey's statewide
newspaper, the Star-Ledger on January 19, 1996. Columnist Robert J.
Braun in this tribute to Delora truly captured the essence of this
remarkable woman.
[From the Star-Ledger, Jan. 19, 1996]
Newark Heroine Always Preferred the Color Human
(By Robert J. Braun)
No pastels for Delora Jones-Hicks.
They wouldn't suit her, and besides, that's what she told
her friends when they came to visit her in her last days.
She wanted to be buried in a purple dress and she wanted
flowers in bright colors, reds and blues and yellows and
oranges with lots of greens to set them off. All from
different florists, so they would not look the same.
Her friends averted their eyes and one would say, ``Oh,
come on, Delora, who's talking about a funeral?''
That's when she gave that look. God had sculpted Delora's
broad face so the edges of her lips ended in dimples that
made her look as if she were always suppressing a smile that
was about to erupt in uproarious laughter.
She knew, the look said. She fought cancer for five years
and it was time for her friends to help her with the funeral
she wanted.
That purse-lipped expression served Delora well because it
served her friends well. No matter how angry they were, or
sad, or confused, when they came to her and saw she was about
to smile, they smiled, too.
``Oh, shush,'' Delora would say. ``It's not that bad.''
Then she would laugh and things never were that bad once you
talked to Delora.
She wasn't much for calling attention to herself or wanting
to see her name in print. Despite that, Delora did more to
make life in Newark livable than a dozen more familiar names.
She did it by being a friend.
All right, so that sounds hokey and, in a way, there was
something about Delora that was hokey. Someone at her funeral
said she had this ``Sunday morning going to church lady with
the white gloves'' side to her.
That does not explain how she defused one racial crisis
after another at Rutgers in Newark or how she fought to
ensure that the campus got its fair share from the people who
ran things in New Brunswick.
It doesn't explain her leadership of the local Congress of
Racial Equality or an organization representing black
students, staff and faculty at Rutgers-Newark.
She was eulogized by blacks and whites and Hispanics, but
some who spoke struggled with useless pre-packaged
categories. Amiri Baraka called her a ``middle-class sister''
with a ``street side.'' No, that's wrong. She was bigger than
class, than race, than the streets.
Historian Clement Price came close when he said she was
concerned ``about the state of her race and that, of course,
was the human race.'' She was ``fervently loyal to her
friends . . . and her friendship was uncluttered.''
Uncluttered by race, by rhetoric, by obsession with slights
and symbols, by the armor we have fashioned to keep us from
seeing one another.
Her only armor was this: Her eyes did not stop at the color
of skin or the texture of hair. She fought hard, but people
were never her enemies. They had children, just as she did,
she would say. They had parents. They got sick and they
worried about money. They might be wrong, but they were still
people.
When the Rutgers administration wanted to dump her old
boss, Malcolm Talbott, the vice president for Newark, she
asked her friends to support him.
This was strange. Talbott was a Midwest WASP, who looked
like a Prussian general and spoke like an Oxford don. Yet
Delora knew he was good for Newark. Besides, he was her
friend.
So, while her bosses in Rutgers were telling the world why
Talbott had to go, she was in a back office on the phone,
telling the same people why he should stay. He stayed--and
the people in New Brunswick never knew the provenance of all
his support.
Nor did Talbott. Her friendship was uncluttered by the
expectation of return. She was known for the thank-you notes
she sent--`` `Thank you' were her two most favorite words.''
Price said--but she never expected to be thanked.
Price said she had a ``voice from another time and another
place,'' a reference to an odd, lispy accent no one, not even
her children, could identify. Not Southern, although she was
born in North Carolina; not Newark, although she spent most
of her life here. Just Delora.
It was from another time and place, and we don't know the
accent because we haven't been there yet. If the pathology of
how we live in a savagely divided time and place somehow were
cured, we might all speak with her accent.
She died Jan. 4, and was buried in a snowstorm. Mourners,
faces hidden by hats, scarves and umbrellas, passed by, each
dropping a flower. When the last left, an uproarious
profusion of reds and blues and yellows and oranges laughed
at the blinding white of snow veined through with black
trees.
No pastels for Delora Jones-Hicks.
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