Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #301

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #301

…The white father shakes A.O.’s hand like it is covered with slime, offering the doc only a limp and halfhearted appendage. “No one can find out about this, you understand?…


braceT LFT“Oh, my dear, sweet, glorious Lord, have mercy on this ol’ man. You have given us so much, blessed us ‘seedinly, but it still ain’t enough. I have to help out those poor young girls that is wit child and no accounts for boyfriends or husbands. An’ there’s some bad ones out there callin’ theyselves doctors that’ll be butcherin’ them girls. They be best off wit someone who can care proper for ‘em.

“Now I ain’t askin’ for any trouble. I’ma goin’ to need your devine pretectin’. There is folks that would love to visit me in jail.”


It had been a long day at the hospital for Alpha Campbell. There has been a big run of the flu making it rounds through Tallahassee’s 1952 growing population. It isn’t the killer variety that killed millions back in 1918, but it transmits very well, too well and he has all he can do to make it back in time to meet a late night patient at his clinic. He is tired and hungry, but there is an extremely anxious father in his waiting room, with an equally nervous daughter, soundly pregnant, in tow.

“I don’t want to lose my baby, daddy. Can’t I raise it at home?  Okay, I’ll get a job then and findmy_little_girl1 a place of my own.”

          “You are goin’ to graduate high school, Missy and that’s that. There ain’t a man, well a good one anyhow, in Duval County who’d marry a whore with a baby.”

That last phrase was uncalled for. There are many girls in the South who do not complete their secondary education; most of the time, people of the town neither notice nor care. Women stay home, raise a family, while their husbands go out and win the bacon.

At least that was what it was like before the Second World War. ‘It is hard to keep them in the home, once they’ve built a battleship’. Missy’s mother was one of those women in the shipyards of Jacksonville. Missy’s father, having lived through that, will not have his little girl doomed to factory work. She is going to have an abortion, finish high school and hopefully marry a good man who will take care of her, so she can raise him handfuls of grandchildren… someday.

“I’ll need to keep Milicent four days.”

“It’s Missy, doctor.” He is getting names mixed up. Milicent was the name of his first abortion patient, years ago.

“Oh yes, Missy. So, come back on Thursday, you can take her home then.”

“Thank you, doctor.” The white father shakes A.O.’s hand like it is covered with slime, offering the doc only a limp and halfhearted appendage. “No one can find out about this, you understand?

The common threads that tie every one of these illegal procedures together: ‘No one can find this.’ ‘Bring your affairs to Doc Campbell in Tallahassee and he will keep things private.’ Sure, that claim is not exclusive to abortion, not with venereal disease and mastectomies out there, but when a white girl shows up at the back door of LBMH, odds are that she is pregnant, though not for long.

“Oh, yessir, you can count on that.” A.O. has no intentions sharing nature of his less-than-legal sideline with anyone, including family. Only his nurses, like Lilly Chevis, know the extent of the doctor’s circumnavigation of the laws of the state of Florida and she is none too comfortable with her involvement. She and Lettie Golden will continue to help out, driven by their loyalty to a truly good man.

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Episode #301

page 285

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #285

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #285

…A.O. takes a closer look at the pretty high-schooler, likely with a good husband and a big house, full of children, in her future…

The American Dream  by Kay Crain

The American Dream by Kay Crain

What are the long term ramifications in the world of Dr. A.O. Campbell? For months since his hospital opened, the vultures have been circling above Virginia Street, no, not an impatient banker waiting for his money, but a threat of a different nature. Regrettably, by feeding these persistent vultures, it serves a master, the needy or the needful. Up until recently, the doctor has resisted the temptation of the most controversial operation that is performed, yesterday, today or tomorrow.

“I’ll pay you anything you want, Campbell. We were told that you are the one doctor in the Panhandle we could trust to keep our affairs private.” A white man, probably in his late forties, has come all the way from Jacksonville… unsolicited. He has a young woman with him. She is trembling.

          “You’re askin’ me to do somethin’ that ain’t legal here in Florida.” A.O. is standing firm on this issue. “My job as a doctor is to preserve life, not end it.”

          “My girl was knocked up by any one of three sailors, ain’t seen any of ‘em since. What do you think people are going to say? My Millicent is no whore, sir and I am a descendant of Isaiah Hart, for crying out loud!”

“Huh?” A.O.  does not know Isaiah Hart from the Queen of Hearts.

          “The Hart family built Jacksonville and I can’t have my first grandchild being some bastard without a father.”

          “All children are made in the image of God, Mr. Hart.” Campbell has delivered every manner of baby over his 35-year career, fully 50% without clear parentage.

          “Look, we have driven all night to get here,” he fumbles through his suit coat for his money clip, “here’s four hundred dollars.”

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American Dream by Luis Cruz Azaceta

He takes a closer look at the pretty high-schooler, likely with a good husband and a big house, full of children, in her future. She is sobbing uncontrollably, with a look that is calling out, ‘I just want to get this whole mess over with!’

“Forgive me, Lord,” entreats the doctor. He motions to his head nurse, “Get Miss Millicent settled on the second floor, Lilly, and get the delivery room ready.”

Like a lamb to the slaughter, Millicent Hart lambwill be the first white person treated at LBMH. It will not exactly be an occasion to celebrate.

“I will need to keep her four days, Mr. Hart, have to make sure infection does not set in. You’re welcome to stay in the hospital if you would like. Your daughter should not be alone.”

“Four days? How am I going to explain that to my wife?”

“How do I make accounts to the Almighty?” This is not the first illegal abortion performed in Tallahassee. The techniques are widely known and $400 goes a long way. Whether it is right or wrong will be left to a judge higher than man.

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Police, Gators, and Son-in-Laws — LATOBSD (Ch 17 pg. 340)

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Police, Gators, and Son-in-Laws


____340 Gwendolyn Hoff

The book in question is not on top, but not on the bottom either.
If he would have sniffed January 24, the smell of a fresh pink eraser
lingers, the warmth of brand-new fingerprints hidden from the human


“This is it, officer. We can go.”

Lettie Golden has done her job.


………Sinclair Clavitt is doing his, laying out the facts and ramifications
of consistently breaking the law. “You are going to have to stop these
abortions. They are going to watch you like a hungry gator watches a bullfrog. And you will not treat white folk without havin’ a white wing in that hospital of yours. They have been lookin’ the other way,
I swear, but with this flap about the Sanders girl, that will stop. I know
enough about your, well, for the lack of another word, enemies, that
if they smell blood, your blood, you best check your back.”

“They are going to watch you like a hungry gator…..”

“They’ve been after me for years, given up by now I ‘spect,
seein’ they got the other Negro doctors to turn they backs on my

“That might be true, about some, but some others that you
actually trust, may be quietly working against you.”

“What you talkin’ about?”

“Have you seen your son-in-law lately?”

Behind-your-back Relative

“You mean, Franklin, no, but Laura says he’s been really busy.”

“Word has it that he’s been selling off property.”

“We’ve got to pay some back taxes, not to mention you and Mr.
Moore, keepin’ you busy too.”

“If you’re working at keepin’ us busy, now’s a good time to stop,”
sound advice from Sinclair Clavitt. He has taken to the 65-year-old,
doing his level best to make the doctor’s last years golden. His senior
partner, R. Worth Moore, specializes in courtroom action, leaving
the foot-soldierly duties to the younger man. But a day like today,
he could do without. “Okay, Alpha, I’m going to trust you on this.
You know what’s at stake. Just make sure you look both ways when
crossing the street.”

Police, Gators, and Son-in-Laws

Practice is a Bad Word For Medicine

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“Doctors are great–as long as you don’t need them.”
― Edward E. RosenbaumA Taste of My Own Medicine: When the Doctor Is the Patient

Soviet poster circa 1925, warning against midwives performing abortions. Title translation: “Abortions performed by either trained or self-taught midwives not only maim the woman, they also often lead to death.”