I came across a wonderful movie titled, “Something The Lord Made.”
During the rental period we must have watched it five times; (not to
mention we were late turning it back in.)
It is the true
story of two contradictory figures who lived during the 20th century. As
different as they were, they were very much the same. You’ll understand
by the time I finish the story.
Alfred Blalock was an
eminent white physician who pioneered some pretty impressive
breakthroughs in medical science. It so happened he needed a cleanup man
for his lab, and a black fella named Vivian (yes, Vivian) Thomas
applied for the job.
He’d hardly begun his new job when Dr.
Blalock realized he’d hired a prodigy. For although the young black man
had only a high school diploma, he displayed the most intense interest
in the doctor’s activities, and was often found reading medical journals
in his free time. When Alfred quizzed Vivian, he learned the young man
had plans for medical school.
Though the two men were from
different social, academic and economic strata, they found themselves
drawn to one another, and ultimately became fast friends, as well as
partners. Blalock depended on Thomas and seemed bound and determined to
take him where ever fate beckoned them.
Eventually the
physician moved to Baltimore and a position at Johns Hopkins University
Hospital. The men left Nashville and the South far behind, in favor of
this new challenge.
This new environment agreed with them,
and they were quickly inundated with lab work devoted to discovering the
secrets of the heart; (organic, not romantic.) It took very little time
for Alfred to understand just how talented and proficient Vivian really
was.
Oh, there was the normal misunderstandings between the
two. It was “The Thirties” and black men were still being hung from
trees for the “serious offense” of smiling at a white woman. The
relationship was colored by the times, but possibly more by the pride
that circulated in the veins of the eminent physician. When Dr. Blalock
was featured on the cover of Life Magazine, he never considered
including Vivian. When he had the opportunity to speak before an
audience of his peers, he never mentioned the contribution of his black
partner.
Yet there was something special about Vivian
Thomas; something that transcended every purposeful or cultural attempt
to “keep him down.” And for all their differences and all their
misunderstandings, the two loved and respected one another. And they
formed an attachment that superceded the physician’s relationship with
his own peers.
Though he was only a lab technician, Vivian
attempted some heretofore theoretical techniques in surgery;…with dogs
serving as his guinea pigs. And though “The Forties” had arrived, and
though American physicians thought of themselves as pioneers, heart
surgery was still considered both impossible, and taboo. Things were
about to change.
The two men developed a treatment for “blue
baby syndrome,” and decided it was time to make the leap from animals
to humans. Half the staff thought they were crazy, and the other half
expected them to fail.
The initial operation on a very sick
baby proceeded, and hours ticked by. As the surgery concluded and the
heart stint was opened wide, the child’s bluish color immediately faded
and her skin turned a wonderful pink. At that moment childish smiles lit
Alfred’s and Vivian’s features. They had done “the impossible” and put
all the nay sayers to shame.
Vivian’s mentors became his
students, (which has been known to happen.) For the humble little black
man, with a high school diploma, found himself in a position to instruct
preeminent physicians. And the fame of that little black man spread
quickly throughout the hospital and the world. Respect replaced
prejudice.
Dr. Blalock ultimately left Johns Hopkins in favor
of a teaching post, while Vivian remained in his lab. Years flew by and
the good doctor died, as Thomas aged in his important position.
The lab technician never realized his dream of medical school. Money
was always the issue. He lived and died a high school graduate. But
that is not “the rest of the story.”
As Vivian neared the end
of his marvelous journey, it occurred to “the powers that be” at Johns
Hopkins that the humble man merited a singular honor. And on such and
such a day the entire staff gathered to congratulate the man who, along
with his mentor, had almost single handedly put their institution on the
map.
We have chosen to sit near the back of the auditorium,
and we notice Vivian seated on the first row with his family. Suddenly, a
female doctor walks to the podium, and calls Mr. Thomas forward, as she
begins to read from a large certificate.
Afterwards, a
beautiful painting of Vivian is unveiled. The little man’s eyes light
up, and well with tears. A lab technician had stepped onto the stage. A
doctor now steps off of it. For our wonderful little hero has been
awarded an Honorary Doctorate in Medicine!
And did I tell
you? The painting of Dr. Vivian Thomas can still be seen in the main
lobby of Johns Hopkins University Hospital next to the painting of his
partner and friend, Dr. Alfred Blalock. And in death their likenesses
still reside there; side by side, as they did in life. Vivian died in
1985, outliving his mentor by two decades.
These two most
excellent fellows, Alfred and Vivian, were medical pioneers. They
performed the first heart surgeries in the history of the world. All
those surgeons who operate on the cardiac muscle today have become the
professional grandchildren of these two men. And the millions of
patients who ever had their lives extended ought pause a moment, and
reflect on the singular lives of Dr. Alfred Blalock and Dr. Vivian
Thomas.
Alfred and Vivian were a gift to mankind. They were, indeed, “Something The Lord Made.”
By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary, Vol. 19. Copyright pending
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