Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #275
…with the war over, there is babies being made left and right… and up, down and sideways…
Just then, two cars pull up to 224 Virginia Street. Ten professional looking men jump out of the eight doors, enthusiastically. They are anxious to see just what their colleague has been doing with his spare time.–
–At the same time that the ten black staff physicians, some on, some off duty, check out another venue in which to uphold their oath of healing, there is a spur-of-the-moment meeting of the Florida A & M Hospital board of directors, called by the advisory board chairman, J. Leonard Lewis, who happens to be a backdoor relative of banker Lewis. That in itself inserts a stench into the coming proceedings.
“What are we going to do about Campbell’s hospital?” He opens with a very pointed question.
“What do you mean by that, J.L.,” asks Vernon L. Perry, taken aback by the tone.
V.L. – J.L. – A.O. – A&M – L.B.M.H. – Abbreviation City.
“Here we are, understaffed as it is and a third of our doctors are AWOL, being courted by that renegade Campbell!” He cannot hide his bitterness. “Look, V.L., with the war over, there is babies being made left and right… and up, down and sideways. We can’t afford to lose any one of them. Unlike Tallahassee Memorial, we are a predominantly black facility.”
Perry is just as aware of the influx of births as Lewis, but he is a friend of A.O. Campbell and he knows there is no intended competition. Rather, what is being lost in this shuffle of egos is that most of the babies Campbell will deliver would have been probably turned away at the university or delivered in a non sterile environment by a midwife.
“You don’t actually believe that he will cut into our revenue, do you?”
“He won’t charge as much as us. Don’t you think people over there in Frenchtown will find out?”
“I don’t see how doing mostly what we would consider charity work, is going to be a threat,” adds a new voice in the discussion. Mrs. John Phipps, widow of a prominent Tallahassean, turned philanthropist, discerns no menace from the diminutive doctor from Virginia Street. “He gave up a good job to pursue his dream.”
“He shouldn’t impose his dream on the other doctors.”
“You don’t get it, do you? We are not going to lose any of our staff to Campbell,” states Perry. “Anything they do is on their own time.”
“There is one thing you don’t get, V.L. Does the name, Charles Wilson ring a bell?” The room falls silent. They are well aware that a high percentage of their operating expenses are funded by Wilson’s charitable foundation and his certain friends of a like mind. You can guess who is in control and what nefarious agendas the whole of them undertake.
“Hello?” Lewis prods.
The dissenting majority has a feeling that their poker hand has just been trumped. Wilson is a wild card none of them can top.
“I think my point has been made, folks. Our policy toward working outside Florida A & M Hospital is about to be enforced.”
… Or made up…