Serving in Naval ROTC enriched my Cornell experience and helped me throughout life in learning to work with, and listen to, people from different perspectives. I am thankful for the opportunities during my years in NROTC, which took me out of my comfort zone and challenged me academically.
The Navy required classes I would never have taken, ranging from naval architecture and engineering, celestial navigation, calculus, and business management to something brand-new called “computer science.”
In September 1968, I signed up for NROTC in Barton Hall in a new class of 77 midshipmen out of about 300 total in the unit.
Over our four years, we were given increasing leadership roles and spent about six weeks each summer gaining experience on fleet ships, at a naval air station, and with the Marines.
During these summer “cruises,” we worked with NROTC midshipmen from the Naval Academy and other institutions like Prairie View A&M (home to the first Black NROTC), the University of Texas, the Citadel, and Duke, which broadened our views about the country.
Cornell was founded as a Morrill Land Grant school, and Ezra Cornell was a strong proponent of military training—which complemented his vision, “I would found an institution where any person can find instruction in any study.”
The University has a distinguished history of training well-rounded officers, commissioning over 5,000 (more than any other institution in the U.S.) during World War I and over 15,000 through the Navy V-12 program in World War II.
Today Cornell remains the only Ivy League school which still has all three ROTC services on campus.
But during my undergraduate years, hatred of the draft, President Nixon, and the Vietnam War increased, and protests escalated on campus.
Some felt emboldened to purge the University of any signs of the military by protesting contracting and recruiting—even burning and defacing the shrine in the World War I memorial at the base of Libe Slope.
Others resorted to aggressive acts to remove ROTC from Cornell by vandalizing property and breaking up drills in Barton Hall.
Many students directed their wrath toward ROTC members because we wore the uniform of the United States—one day, some jerk went out of his way to knock the white hat off my head—and by 1972, only 17 of the original 77 in my class were commissioned.