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WHAT I’M READING During the months of
January and February 2003
I’ve declared two months, January & February
2003 as Dr. Thomas A. Dooley reading months! I hope you get
a chance to research his life story and perhaps read some of
his books and come to know this wonderful human being and
appreciate him as I do…
I know you are asking: Who is Dr. Tom Dooley
and why is Jean Sasson making such a fuss over him?
During the early 1960’s, most of America’s
young girls were in love with singing and movie idols such
as Bobby Darin, Bobby Vee, and Elvis Presley. But I was in
love with Dr. Tom Dooley.
Unfortunately, I was never privileged to
meet Dr. Dooley, but I felt as though I knew him very well
indeed. From an early age I was an avid reader. Although I
couldn’t afford to buy books of my own, I did take full
advantage of the small library in the Louisville, Alabama
school system. Over the years I discovered and became
acquainted with many people and places far away from my own
small town reality. None quickened my imagination quite like
Dr. Tom Dooley.
Please allow me to share some facts with you
about this brilliant and compassionate man and then you’ll
understand.
Thomas A. Dooley, M.D., was born in St.
Louis, Missouri. He was educated at the University of Notre
Dame and the Sorbonne, in Paris. He received his medical
degree from St. Louis University School of Medicine in 1953
and served a military internship at the U.S. Naval Hospital,
Camp Pendleton, California. From Camp Pendleton he was sent
to Japan and then to Indo-China. He was so touched by the
wretched conditions of war refugees in the area that after
resigning from the Navy, he returned and established a
hospital in Laos, in the village of Nam Tha, turning it over
to the natives whom he had trained to carry on. He then
returned to American to help in launching MEDICO, a
non-profit organization which raises money to send doctors
and medical help to underdeveloped countries. Having done
this, Tom Dooley returned to Laos again to found another
hospital, and another, and another….
Indeed, Tom Dooley was a special man. He
gave up his own dreams so that he could make the lives of
those less fortunate less agonizing. He was a young Naval
Doctor when he became involved with the wretched poor of
Indo-China. He was also the author of three books about his
experiences.
After discovering his books, I read, and
read, and read again the three non-fiction books Tom Dooley
had written about his life of selfless service. It was
through his book, Deliver Us From Evil, that I grew to know
and respect the young Navy doctor who assisted in the epic
“passage to freedom,” which occurred in Haiphong, North
Vietnam in the Spring of 1955. (I was only 7 years old at
the time and had no clue that my own country would become
involved in a vicious war in Vietnam.)
(Excuse me but a small sidebar about
Southeast Asia is necessary here: In May 1954, after eight
years of shattering colonial and civil war, the French were
defeated by the North Vietnamese Communists. On July 21,
1954, a peace treaty divided Vietnam into North and South
Vietnam.
An important clause in the treaty set a
ten-month time period through May 18, 1955, so that the
Vietnamese who were so inclined could move from one zone to
the other. More than 600,000 North Vietnamese refugees chose
to give up their homes and villages and travel to South
Vietnam to make a new start rather than submit to Communist
rule in the North.)
Through the sensitive eyes of Tom Dooley,
the individual stories of the wretched, sick, and maimed
lives of those refugees shaped immutably a young girl from
rural Alabama.
While reading The Edge of Tomorrow, the
second book by Tom Dooley, I discovered that he had been so
inspired by “those miserable and diseased people who in the
depths of anguish had hearts so splendid,” that he resigned
from the U.S. Navy. He turned away from the very real
probability of a high society life and a highly lucrative
medical practice in the United States. Instead, my hero
devoted his life to combating the formidable diseases and
horrific injuries affecting the people living a dark and
dangerous jungle life in the Kingdom of Laos.
While Dr. Dooley had fallen in love with the
Asian people, a young girl from Alabama had fallen in love
with Tom Dooley.
In The Night They Burned the Mountain, also
written by Tom Dooley, I learned that I could send donations
to MEDICO, the non-profit organization that Tom Dooley
helped to launch. How I longed to help! My own family was so
poor that we barely had the necessities of life, but in
desperation, I pleaded my case to my beloved Grandfather
Parks. Despite our own poverty, when I explained my frenetic
desire to donate twenty dollars to Dr. Tom Dooley’s cause,
my wonderful grandfather didn’t hesitate a moment. He gave
me a sweet smile as he placed the twenty-dollar bill into my
hands.
Even today, over 40 years later, I have an
indelible vision of small white trembling hands, carefully
folding that twenty-dollar bill into an envelope. With a
sense of tremendous pride, I ran to the small local post
office to drop the envelope into the afternoon mail-bag
bound for Montgomery, Alabama. The rosy glow of that day
stayed with me for weeks to come.
I was delighted when I discovered the April
19, 1960 issue of LIFE Magazine that ran an article
featuring Tom Dooley and his work. (I still have the
magazine and just re-read the article.) The LIFE Magazine
correspondent who wrote the article compared Tom Dooley’s
work to that of Dr. Albert Schweitzer. The article also
reported that Tom Dooley was ranked seventh on the list of
the ten most-admired Americans. The article also noted that
Dr. Dooley was ill, but was expected to recover.
After reading that article, I made a
decision that the moment I graduated from Louisville High
School, I would travel to Laos and volunteer to assist Tom
Dooley in whatever manner possible. I daydreamed for hours,
envisioning myself comforting the sick, delivering
medicines, running errands for Dr. Dooley, or perhaps
tending to the medical crew’s pets, Fang the dog, and Dammit
the black gibbon.
A year later I became sick with grief when I
heard over the news that the man to whom I had given my
youthful and feverish affection, had died. In the book,
Before I Sleep, I learned that Tom Dooley had suffered
greatly with malignant melanoma before dying on January 18,
1961. He was only 34 years old.
Since those idealistic youthful days, no man
or woman has ever completely measured up to Dr. Tom Dooley,
in terms of gaining my respect and admiration. Not only to
me, but to thousands of other people in America, Laos,
Vietnam, and Cambodia, Dr. Tom Dooley was the embodiment of
goodness. He had a special power of love for the diseased
and poor. From 1954 until his premature death in 1961, he
devoted himself to others.
Even though MEDICO is still a functioning
organization, I fear that few people know about Dr. Tom
Dooley. I can’t bear the thought of that lovely man being
forgotten. And so once I year I take his books and I re-read
them, bringing him back to life, if only for a brief moment
in time. At least he lives in my own mind.
I hope that you might locate these books and
read them and think about a man who brought only goodness to
the world. And if you feel touched, you might want to
contribute a small sum to the organization that carries on
his ideals.
Books Written by or about Dr. Tom Dooley:
1) Delivery Us From Evil: The Fantastic Experiences of a
Navy Doctor Among the Terrorized Vietnamese Victims of the
Communists (Published by Farrar, Straus, and Cudahy in
1956.)
2) The Edge of Tomorrow (Same publisher, published in
1958.)
3) The Night They Burned the Mountain (Same Publisher,
published in 1960.)
4) Dr. Tom Dooley, My Story (I don’t have a copy of this
book although I am looking for it!)
5) Before I sleep: The Last Days of Dr. Tom Dooley,
Edited by James Monahan (Same publisher as above, published
in 1961.)
To make a contribution to MEDICO:
Contact:
Dr. Verne Chaney
The Dooley
Foundation-INTERMED, INC.
420 Lexington
Avenue Suite 2331
New York, NY
10170-0143
I feel very humble when I think about this man and doubly
determined to make a good difference in this world for the
short time I am blessed to inhabit it.
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