John David Whetstone: A Friendship Bond for Life
By Donald V. Watkins
©Copyrighted and Originally Published (via Facebook) on June 10, 2016
©Copyrighted and Originally Published (via Facebook) on June 10, 2016
[Editor's Note: This article has been updated and is being reposted because John David Whetstone is the former Baldwin County, Alabama district attorney I have suggested as a special prosecutor in the Megan Rondini rape case.]
I often refer to my law school days at The University of Alabama from 1970 to 1973 as the longest and loneliest three years of my life. I graduated from a small racially segregated high school in Montgomery, Alabama in 1966. I attended college at Southern Illinois University from 1966 to 1970. My SIU years were filled with boundless multiculturalism. I thrived in SIU's fully integrated and highly competitive university environment of 25,000 students.
When I arrived on campus at UA, I knew right away that I was in for a different experience. Remember, this was a year before there were any black athletes at UA, and only a small number of black undergraduate students were matriculating on campus. The warmth and camaraderie I had experienced at SIU was absent at UA.
I was one of two black students in our freshman class of 150 law students. The other black student was George Jones from Miles College in Birmingham. I was attending the law school on a desegregation scholarship from the NAACP in New York.
Our class was divided alphabetically into two sections. George was placed in one section and I was in the other one.
I have written on several occasions that Margaret Smith Marston, a graduate of Millsaps College in Mississippi, was the first white student to acknowledge my humanity with her warm and friendly greetings each day. Jeff Sessions, who is now the Attorney General of the United States, was the first white student to invite me to join a campus organization -- the Young Republicans.
The classmate who impacted my life the most is John David Whetstone. In light of my passionate search for the truth in the Megan Rondini rape case and because I have suggested David as a special prosecutor in this case, it is time to re-tell his story.
David was my moot court partner during my second year of law school. I had studied David's classroom performance during my entire freshman year. This guy was tough, smart, disciplined, and extremely mature. David was really good on his feet and had a thundering voice with a strong Southern drawl.
David was a 1963 graduate of Greenville High School. He served in the Air Force during the Vietnam War. He was honorably discharged as a sergeant in 1968. David had worked his way through the University of West Florida and law school at UA using the G.I. Bill.
As I entered my second year, I needed a moot court partner. I figured nobody was going to choose me, so I decided to approach David. The way he carried himself suggested to me that David had been exposed to blacks during his military service and that he was totally comfortable working closely with them.
I approached David in the fall of 1971 and told him that I had studied his performance as a law student. He seemed startled. I also told David that I thought he was "good enough to be my moot court partner" and I stuck my hand out to shake his hand. He paused for a moment, smiled, said "okay", and shook my hand. That handshake meant the world to me. It was the start of an unbreakable and lifelong friendship between David and me.
David and I competed ferociously in the moot court competition. We outscored and eliminated all of the teams we faced. I enjoyed being David's teammate. He could research cases and write briefs very well; he would argue points of law with passion; and he rolled over opponents with ease. David was a warrior and he was fighting side-by-side with me.
By the end of March 1972, David and I had eliminated all of our competitors as we finished the semi-final round. We were slated to represent our class section as "finalists" in the annual Law Day competition against the team of George L. Galbraith and George W. Ashbee. This prestigious event would be held on Saturday, April 8, 1972, in front of a large crowd of students and parents. Three distinguished Alabama judges would decide the winner.
This was a huge event for any law student. I was very proud of what David and I had accomplished. I called my parents and told them we had made it into the Law Day final round of competition. My mother started crying because she knew how isolated and lonely my law school experience had been. My father, who was President of Alabama State University at the time, was excited that David and I might win it all. I could feel my parents' pride and excitement beaming through the phone.
Our celebration was short-lived. After winning our semi-final round, the student Moot Court Committee secretly met and changed the original criteria for advancement in the moot court competition. The Committee designated the team we had just defeated as the "finalists" who would compete in the Law Day event against Gilbraith and Ashbee.
I was shocked, angry and hurt beyond words. I told David that we could not let this unfair treatment go unchallenged and that I needed him to stand and fight with me on this issue. Suddenly, I watched the Air Force sergeant and patriot emerge in David. He snapped to attention, shook my hand, and told me we were in this fight together.
On April 7, 1972, David and I filed a written challenge with Dean Thomas W. Christopher protesting our unfair elimination as finalists for Law Day. Dean Christopher wrote us a letter on the same day stating that he would investigate this matter. He also assured us that the Law Day competition on April 8th would be subject to the outcome of his investigation.
On April 18th, following an April 12th hearing before a five-person hearing panel of four professors and one outside attorney, Dean Christopher issued his decision. Calling the Moot Court Committee's action "an error in judgment", Dean Christopher took the following administrative actions: (1) he declared that David and I should have been selected as finalists using the criteria established at the beginning of the competition; (2) he announced to the entire student body and the Moot Court Board that we should have been selected to compete in the Law Day competition as finalists; (3) he wrote a personal letter to our parents to explain how well David and I had performed in the overall competition and stated in his letter that, "but for an error in judgment by the student Moot Court Committee, [David and I] would have been in the final argument itself"; (4) he ordered prize monies paid to David and me as if we were finalists; (5) he ordered a match between the winners of the Law Day round and our team; (6) he took full responsibility, as dean of the law school, for this "error in judgment"; and (7) he personally thanked David and me for our "constructive and fair attitudes in the resolution of this matter."
David and I pondered the Dean's offer of a match between Galbraith and Ashbee and us. We decided that Galbraith and Ashbee had done nothing wrong. They were innocent competitors who had fairly won the final round of competition.
David and I decided that we would not steal their joy and pride by taking away the victory Galbraith and Ashbee had won in front of their parents and the crowd that watched their winning performance on Law Day. With that in mind, we waived our right to this matchup and allowed Dean Christopher to declare Galbraith and Ashbee as the official winners of the 1972 Moot Court Competition.
David graduated in January 1973. I graduated in May of that year. David enjoyed a long and distinguished career as an assistant district attorney and later as the district attorney for Baldwin County, Alabama. As was the situation in law school, David was the consummate professional as a prosecutor. Throughout his entire career, David was a tireless advocate for the fair administration of justice.
Like our moot court days, David was known for his powerful and intimidating presence in the courtroom. Outside of the spotlight, David has a heart as big as the state of Alabama and as pure as gold.
God works in mysterious ways. I never thought my first case would be my own. My father taught me as a child that a man who will not fight for himself or his family, will not fight for others. David and I put it all on the line to fight a painful injustice. In the process, we won the respect of our dean, our peers, and our communities.
Out of a heartbreaking experience in law school came a friendship bond with John David Whetstone that has stood the test of time.
In 2012, while going through one of my mother's scrapbooks, I found Dean Christopher's letter to my parents and a copy of his ruling in our moot court case. I immediately called David to reminisce about our moot court experience 40 years earlier. David asked me to send him a copy for his family. I told David it was important that his children and grandchildren know our story and also know that he had tremendous courage when it was needed and counted.
In my book, John David Whetstone has earned a permanent place on the right side of history.
As for me, my friendship with David is one more example of why I never judge anyone on the basis of his/her color, gender, age, political affiliation, or any other artificial factor. I judge every individual solely on the content of his/her character.