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Moorhus: We'll start this evening with the Washington Post and getting you here. Take it from here.
Gilliam: I was very excited about coming to Washington. When I got back to Louisville from Africa and had the word from the Post, when I began to get calls, etc., from the Post about my possibly coming, I was very excited—the idea of leaving home definitely was it after New York, being able to get a job. I must say I don't think I quite understood the full significance of the Washington Post, even though in the early sixties, clearly it was not the paper it is today, but it was still a very significant newspaper. I was very happy and challenged to be working on a predominantly white newspaper in a metropolitan big city. So it was a time of a lot of anticipation.
Washington, when I arrived in 1961, was a very country town, and I guess the word "country" is not quite accurate, but it was like a segregated Southern town. I remember packing my trusty trunk in Louisville, which had taken me so many places, and the first place I lived [here] was the YWCA. After a short time, I was able, through friends from Johnson Publishing Company, I had worked for Johnson Publishing Company at Jet magazine in the late fifties, so I had some friends and acquaintances, and I was able to share an apartment with a woman who lived on Capitol Hill. So after a few weeks at the Y, I was able to settle down in more comfortable surroundings.
I can still remember writing my mother about the total awe and sort of romanticism of taking—at that time they still had streetcars—taking the streetcar from the Post to Capitol Hill. I just remember this route around the Capitol was magnificent, and it was also quite awe-inspiring. So I was kind of starting a life as a single woman in Washington.
Moorhus: What was the Post like as a working environment?
Gilliam: The Post, for me, was very difficult. How do I describe it as a working environment? From my perspective as an African-American woman, I understand that I was the first African-American woman reporter that the Post had hired. When I arrived there, there were two other black reporters. I'm sure at that time we were all called Negroes. But there were two other black or African-American reporters. One was a man named Luther Jackson, Luther P. Jackson, Jr., and another was a man named Wallace Terry. Luther was older than both Wally and I. I guess Wally and I were roughly the same age. I was twenty-four, and Wally may have been a couple of years, two or three years older. I don't know. But it was a place that was very kind of overwhelmingly white male and relatively few women. There were certainly women there, but my memory is that the women who were there certainly were not the kinds of women you have in newsrooms today, in the sense where you have women who are in active numbers, pursuing their career, having children and families. I don't know of any woman in the newsroom—I don't know about the women's section (that's what it was called in those days)—who really had any children.