REMEMBERING
KENNETH ANDERSON (1928-2015)
I learned with
sorrow that my friend, Kenneth Anderson, died on June 9, 2015. He was born December 3, 1928 and lived somewhat
more than 87 years. I first met Ken Anderson at Stony Brook University when I
was teaching my second year there. He asked
if he could audit my course. I learned from
him that he was one of the first African Americans to work as a nurse
anesthesiologist in Suffolk County and to serve on the University’s outreach
programs to recruit black faculty and staff. Ken had served in the US Army in
Germany after the end of WWII and sang for the troops and on good will missions
because of his beautiful baritone voice.
I also learned from him that it was a struggle for him and other
minorities to find housing in Suffolk County.
To facilitate change, Ken joined civic organizations like the Boy Scouts
and met many of the leading officials in the County. He was friendly and persistent, two qualities
that made him successful in bringing about change. He also was a frequent target to vandalism or
threats of violence during those turbulent years of the late 1960s to the
1980s. A cross was burned on his lawn in
Port Jefferson. Over the years I
attended many concerts given by Ken to the Unitarian-Universalist churches in
Nassau and Suffolk County where he was frequently invited. He had begun a serious study of Negro
spirituals and worked out Paul Robeson’s schedule of performances and the
playbills with the songs he sang in his distinguished careers. He would sometimes take on the persona of Robeson
to give an account of his life and he used to borrow my Phi Beta Kappa key because
Robeson proudly wore it. When I was on
the Stony Brook Phi Beta Kappa chapter’s board, I proposed Ken for the Phi Beta
Kappa award because of his scholarship on Robeson’s musical career and his
efforts to enlighten the public about Robeson’s many talents as an all-star collegiate
athlete, a musician, an actor, and an activist for human rights. I was pleased when he was unanimously elected
to the Stony Brook chapter.
Many times Ken
would invite me to meet civic leaders he knew so I could discuss issues of
higher education with them. When Ken
retired and moved upstate, he would stay at our home on Mud Road in Setauket
while visiting friends or giving performances.
It was to the delight of my mother-in-law who was living with us, that Ken
would always sing her a song at supper.
Once Ken took me to the veteran’s cemetery in Suffolk County where his
wife was buried and it was very moving as I saw him sending his thoughts and prayers
for her. When Nedra and I moved to Bloomington, Indiana in 2009, I corresponded
with Ken as he moved around upstate New York and later in Delaware. He was always eager to learn about black
history and I shared items I found for him when he asked me about contemporaries
of Robeson or leaders of the abolitionist and civil rights movements of the
nineteenth century. We also spoke on the
phone about once a month to get updates on our lives. Ken became friends with Pete Seeger and the
two of them sometimes sang together. For
the last 20 years of Ken’s life he was in pain from arthritic degeneration of
his bones and from congestive heart failure. Ken inspired me. He tried to bring out the best in people he
met. It was that love for humanity that poured out in his songs and it was a privilege
to know him.