Mr. Gilmore

Daniel McCoy
Jun 27 · 4 min read

With all of the talk of race, I’ve been thinking a lot about my experience growing up in San Jose, California, back when San Jose was known for orchards instead of silicon and software.

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San Jose, when it still had orchards

Most of San Jose, and certainly the part I grew up in, was pretty white. The east side of town was where the “Mexicans” lived. North of downtown was a section called Japantown that had managed to reform after the relocations during WWII. All of the gardeners and nurserymen in town were Japanese. There were a few Chinese and very, very few black people. The blacks were up in Oakland, San Francisco, Richmond, not Santa Clara Valley. Later, when I first bought a house in Santa Clara Valley I saw that the deed had a clause (no longer enforceable by then) prohibiting sale to blacks. My parents had of course inherited some racial attitudes, but there weren’t many occasions for them to pass them strongly on to me. I only saw black people occasionally on TV, and until the Civil Rights Movement, it would probably be someone like Louis Armstrong on a variety show. I remember once we were driving not far from our house in the family car with the dog and there was a black man walking down the street. We were all surprised, and probably stared at him. I don’t think I had seen a black man outside of TV before that. The dog went crazy barking at him, probably because she had ever seen anyone that looked like that before.

The first black man I ever actually met in person was a middle school music teacher. A friend played the cello and I thought maybe I wanted to as well, so Mr. Gilmore tried to show me how, putting little stars on the fingerboard for the notes I had learned. Later in 8th grade, Mr. Gilmore was my homeroom teacher for long enough to be recorded in this picture of me with my 8th-grade class.

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Mr. Gilmore with my 8th-grade class

I didn’t think all that much about it at the time because I was just a middle-schooler. But much later reflecting on it, what an unusual experience that was to have, the first black man I met was a gentle authority figure who was fond of classical music. It may have helped keep me from being overly susceptible to the negative stereotypes the culture imposed. I would love to be able to say that Mr. Gilmore was my favorite teacher and we got on famously, but it wasn’t like that. He was fine, he was just another teacher, I was just another of his students.

As the years have gone by it has dawned on me more and more what an experience that must have been for Mr. Gilmore, the only black teacher in an all-white school in an all-white suburban neighborhood. It was so easy for me, it could not have been easy for him. I feel bad that I never found out his story.

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Pixar’s next film, originally slated for June 19th was delayed due to Covid-19

I work for Pixar Animation Studios and Pixar’s next film is called Soul. It’s already finished and just waiting for its release date. The main character of Soul is a black middle-school music teacher. I just can’t stop thinking of the connection. I don’t know if Mr. Gilmore is still alive. He’d probably be in his 80’s if he is. I so much want to talk to him. I want to thank him. I want to ask him what it was like for him, if he would be willing to tell me.
I want to take him or give him tickets to see Soul. If he has kids or grandkids, take them to see Soul. These days, I live very near that school I went to, and a neighbor works for the same school district. I’m going to see if I can track down any information about Mr. GIlmore through the school or the district. I hope
I can find some trace of him.

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