I
grew up in Alabama where football was king and Bear Bryant had more clout than
George Wallace. I knew very little about
Tobacco Road and the great ACC basketball traditions of Everett Case and Frank
McGuire. When I moved to North Carolina
in the 1970s NC State became my adopted team.
I soon learned about the great legacy of Norm Sloan, David Thompson and
Tommy Burleson. I rode the emotional
tide of Jimmy Valvano’s 1983 NCAA Championship for the ages. But there was
always this quiet guy at the other school, the one where they wear light blue—a
guy named Dean.
I
didn’t know if Dean was his first name or if he was an actual Dean at the
university. He didn’t have the
personality of Jimmy Valvano, he wasn’t a lightening rod like Lefty Driesell,
he didn’t rub people the wrong way like Mike Krzyzewski; but he was a
consistent winner who ran a clean program and never let any one player, not
even Michael Jordan, become bigger than the team. While his basketball accomplishments
were extraordinary, when I learned that Coach Smith was a dedicated member of
the Binkley Memorial Baptist Church in Chapel Hill I started to realize that there
was more to the story.
Dr.
Robert Seymour became the founding pastor of Binkley Church in 1958 and served
for 30 years. One the church’s first
members was Dean Smith who was then an assistant basketball coach. The two men quickly became good friends, an
influential friendship that would last a lifetime.
Dr.
Seymour’s prophetic voice guided his church to be on the cutting edge of social
issues. One of the first interns at the
church was James Forbes, an African-American student from Union Theological
Seminary. Forbes went on to a legendary
career of his own, later becoming the Senior Minister of the Riverside Church
in New York City. But his short time at
Binkley Church was transformational and resulted in a dramatic, but little
known event that many credit to ending segregation in Chapel Hill.
The
North Carolina basketball team often ate at the Pines Restaurant, a popular
upscale Chapel Hill institution. Of
course, the basketball team was all white and the restaurant only served white
people, as did all the other restaurants in Chapel Hill. That all changed one day at lunch when four
men entered the restaurant and asked to be seated. Two of the men were black. The manager was quickly summoned and was
about to deny their request until he recognized one of the white men who was
the Assistant Basketball Coach at the University of North Carolina. Without any resistance, Dean Smith, along
with his pastor Bob Seymour and a black student and a black minister were
seated. Most people never learned about
this until years later. Amazingly, it
took place a year before the much publicized Greensboro lunch counter sit-ins.
A
few years later it was Bob Seymour who told now head Coach Dean Smith that it
was time for him to recruit a black player.
Charlie Scott had committed to Davidson and was actually enrolled in the
freshman class but a visit to the campus with his parents had resulted in an
ugly incident when they were refused service at a diner. Charlie went home and called Dean Smith who
brought him to visit the UNC campus.
They didn’t go to a diner. Coach Smith brought the prized recruit to
church. Years later Charlie Scott would
recall, “That’s when I knew he cared about me as a person.”
It
wasn’t just racial issues, but Dean Smith was a champion for women’s rights,
equality for homosexuals, and other progressive causes.
John
Feinstein, an acclaimed sports writer, was interviewing Coach Smith a few years
ago and asked him to tell him the Pines Restaurant story. Smith gave him an angry look and said, “Who
told you about that?”
“Rev.
Seymour,” he responded.
“I
wish he hadn’t done that,” Coach Smith said.
John
Feinstein said, “Why? You should be
proud of doing something like that.”
Dean
Smith leaned forward in his chair and in a very quiet voice said, “You should
never be proud of doing what is right.
You should just do what’s right.”
And
he did. He did what was right his entire
life. He was a Dean of
Righteousness.
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