Don Slater
Young Don Slater
Don Slater was born in Pasadena on Aug. 21. 1923, first born of identical twins. His parents had been in their thirties when Don and his brother Harvey were born, a few years after the family moved to California. Slater had an elder sister and brother as well. His father, Warren Steven Slater, was an athletic director of the Pasadena YMCA. His students in Pasadena, and later in Glendale, Los Angeles, and Oceanside, affectionately referred to him as “Coach.” Athletics was Coach Slater’s prime passion apart from his family. He spent many years as a president of the Pasadena and Glendale YMCAs or the Los Angeles area Boys Clubs, and he was elected “Dad of the Year” by the boys of the Oceanside club, in 1956 (Hansen 2002, 103–104). His family moved a lot during the 1920s and ’30s, although they remained in the greater Los Angeles area. Still, the constant upheaval meant that young Slater was not able to form long-term friendships in his childhood—each time he made new friends, the family would soon be on the move again. Though it would be difficult to track his history as he progressed through the Los Angeles schools, it is known that he spent some time in Junior High School at John Marshall in Glendale, and he graduated from Chaffey High in Capistrano Beach in 1942. He was drafted into the army soon after, in February 1943 (Hansen 1998; Hansen 2002).
Young Slater was a short and slender lad, described by Hansen as Puckish (1998). He was a sensitive intellectual, nowhere near as athletic as his father. He did not take to competitive sports, and discussions of the local or national teams did not interest him. Perhaps due to his passion for nature and the outdoors, he did love to swim and ski. Once inducted, the army sent him to Camp Hale, Colorado, to train as a ski trooper. Slater’s stint in the military was an important event in his life, short lived though it was. Later that October, he was confined to the infirmary, “his heart beating double time” (Hansen 2002, 104). A few weeks later, he was honorably discharged and headed back to Los Angeles.
With the assistance of the US Army’s rehabilitation program, Slater enrolled in February 1944 at the University of Southern California to work toward a bachelor’s degree in English. USC’s campus was situated in a neighborhood surrounded by old Victorian houses such as those he loved at nearby Bunker Hill. “Don loved old Los Angeles,” Hansen wrote, “the more run-down and ragged the better.” He and his partner, Antonio Sanchez, lived poor in those days and frequently moved from apartment to apartment. Even then, Slater tended to put principles before his own needs, and he was not making much money working for the bookstore. This was particularly hard on Sanchez, who once described Slater to me as having been “very bright but not too practical.”
Hansen reports that Slater “didn’t pay a lot of attention to his studies” at USC, but having seen some if his notebooks, I would add that when a class caught his fancy, such as one pertaining to literature or American history, he kept meticulous notes and often jotted thoughtful commentary in the margins. His first few years at USC, he studied French, organic evolution, and anatomy. He took especially detailed notes for his courses in English, including history of the novel and grammar. Slater became known as a bit of a rebel on campus. He had “collected traffic tickets like trophies, then decided to act liked Thoreau, refuse to pay the fines, and go to jail for civil disobedience. His position was that the state had no business telling him where he could park” (Hansen 2002, 104).
Slater worked in the USC library by day as a Stack Supervisor. At night, Hansen tells us, he would hang out with
Hal Bargelt and other members of the University’s “gay underground” boozing in the bars on sleazy Main Street. “He enjoyed the transvestites,” Bargelt recalls, and was as friendly with them and the other lost souls adrift in the gritty shadows of Main Street’s gaudy neon as he was with his fellow students by day. (ibid)
One spring night in 1945, when Slater was twenty-one years old, he went “cruising” for sex to nearby Pershing Square and met a slender Hispanic boy of about sixteen named Antonio Sanchez.33 As Slater described the meeting to Hansen, the two had repeatedly bumped into each other while prowling. ‘What! You again?” they laughed. The two joked that they must have been meant for each other, and indeed, they were to remain partners until Slater’s death nearly fifty-two years later. After living together for a while in a ski lodge belonging to Slater’s parents, Slater and Sanchez moved into an apartment at 221 South Bunker Hill Avenue. They occupied a section of a refurbished Victorian mansion. The house on Hill was ‘a few doors west of Hope Street,’ thus the title of Hansen’s biography. Slater had often called it such due to nearby Hope Street, which “had originally been part of a triad of streets, Faith, Hope, and Charity, of which only Hope had survived” (ibid, 105). Where that stately Victorian once stood, one will now find the Walt Disney Concert Hall.
In 1948, Slater again fell ill with rheumatic fever. By this time he was a senior at the University, but due to his extended absence, he withdrew from classes and asked to be given a fresh start the following term. He made good use of the free time allotted him once he recovered: “Don had his Wanderjarh in the best Eugene O’Neill style, going ashore to explore the waterfronts of Oslo, Stockholm, Bremen, Le Havre, Marseilles, and other fabled ports of call” (Hansen 2002, 106). After his extended adventure, he returned to school and his boyfriend and was awarded his BA in English literature, with an emphasis on the Victorian novel. Now a graduate, he donned a tie and started to work for Vroman’s bookstore in Pasadena, making fifty cents an hour while Sanchez made a better income through his musical performances. After getting of work in Pasadena, Slater would often go to see Sanchez perform at the El Paseo Inn on Olvera Street. Sometimes he would bring a friend with him, and it made Sanchez proud to have his lover in the audience.34 One night Slater brought a man named Bill Lambert, whom Slater admired for his “erudition and his way with words.” Sanchez was impressed with Lambert as well: “He had charm and poise and manner, and was clever,” he later told Hansen. Slater and Sanchez went with Lambert to a meeting of the Mattachine one night, but neither was impressed with the organization. “‘A sewing circle,’ Don said afterward, calling it ‘The Stitch and Bitch club’” (ibid, 106). He wanted little to do with Hay’s organization.
Slater as Editor and Librarian
As seen, Don Slater was hardly new to the scene when Jennings and others set out to publish ONE Magazine. Though he had attended a Mattachine discussion meeting, he just hadn’t really been interested in joining Hay’s party and had been put off by the “mystic brotherhood” talk of the early Mattachine. But when he heard of the idea of a magazine designed to convey a homosexual viewpoint to the general public, he and his lover Sanchez set to the task of disseminating information on homosexuality to those who needed that information. The magazine was the perfect conduit by which they could facilitate an open discussion of homosexuality and homosexual rights on as broad a level as possible—perhaps even throughout the nation.
Slater learned how to edit through English and composition classes taken at the University of Southern California. A true love for literature and an inquisitive nature fueled his desire for the English degree. He kept many of the books that he read during that time, especially those on natural science and literature. Some volumes in his collection, such as those by Matthew Arnold, he turned to repeatedly over the years, much like one would an old friend.
In the early 1960s, Slater’s primary duty was to the magazine. But he was also active in building ONE’s library, which he saw as being the core of the organization, the source of their information and their history. Slater was very bit the archivist that Kepner was. He was to become Assistant Professor in Literature for the Educational Division of ONE, teaching courses such as Writing for Publications and also a Library Workshop on “classification and use of scientific works and fiction in the homophile field.” Jim Kepner (1997) reported that Slater had graduated from USC with a degree in library science, but this is not so. Nevertheless, his cohorts at ONE appreciated him as much for his skills as a librarian as for his talents as editor. The classification system that he created with his USC cohort Jack Gibson was adopted by Kepner’s library and is still being used by some archives today.
In August of 1965, four months after he had successfully removed all of ONE’s archives from the Venice site to a new office on Cahuenga Boulevard in Universal City, Slater wrote a passionate letter to HIC’s attorney, Ed Raiden, claiming that the library and archival materials that ONE had collected represented the true heart of the corporation. “If ONE has any assets, this is it. Damn the future of its publications, but the fate of this material is important.”35 With Raiden’s help, Legg’s tactic was thwarted. Slater raised the money for the bond, as required by a judge, and the majority of ONE’s library, now called the HIC collection, has remained in the care of HIC ever since.
Slater the Administrator
Though the details of these events will be elaborated in chapter five, a brief sketch of the highlights of Slater’s career will help to understand the philosophies and principles that were guiding him during the early years of the corporation. After the schism of ONE, he became the chair of the new organization, the Homosexual Information Center, which was established in 1965, officially founded in 1968, and became federally tax-exempt in 1971. Even through the course of the split, through a prolonged and bitter dispute that caused him four years of persistent frustration and anguish, Slater continued to fight other battles on behalf of the movement. The most notable involved a schoolteacher named Don Odorizzi. Slater, with the assistance of Jim Schneider, was able to help Odorizzi win a significant case of Undue Influence on a schoolteacher by the Bloomfield School District. The case is still being taught in law schools today.
In 1966, Slater loaned the entire HIC facility on Cahuenga to Harry Hay, and he co-chaired the planning meeting with Hay to launch a motorcade protest on May 16, “Armed Forces Day, against the armed forces policy of not allowing homosexuals to serve in the military. Activist Vern Bullough and HIC directors Jim Schneider and Billy Glover also rode in the motorcade. CBS news broadcast brief coverage of the event that night on the evening news. The following year, Slater assisted as HIC sponsored a production of Clare Boothe Luce’s play The Women, which drew a crowd of over 300 the night it was performed at the Embassy Auditorium in downtown Los Angeles. During the performance, police arrived and arrested Slater, who had identified himself as being “the one in charge” when so asked by the officer. According to Schneider, the police had protested that the audience and performers, all cross-dressed men, were “nothing but fags and queers,” at which point Slater rebuked them. “They then handcuffed Don and carted him off to jail, with Don cussing them out at the top of his voice all the way for wasting the taxpayer’s money.”37 Slater’s subsequent complaints lead to a change in the city codes that denuded the Police Commission of its powers of censorship (Hansen 1998, 71). In 1968, Slater led a picket of the Los Angeles Times for the editorial board’s refusal to publish an advertisement for a play called Geese, which portrayed two young (and occasionally naked) male lovers, vis-à-vis their parents (Kepner 1997). The Times policy was changed, another significant victory for Slater, who later arranged after-the-show discussions with the audience.
In the 1970s, Slater wrote to politicians encouraging them to court the votes of homosexuals. But then with Hay, he also picketed the offices of ONE, Incorporated for their having supported a homophobic city councilman. But when others picketed Barney’s Beanery restaurant in effort to have the owners remove a sign that said “Fagots Keep Out” [sic], Slater stayed home, saying that the owner had the right to serve whom he pleased. Morris Kight and Rev. Troy Perry had organized this successful demonstration, and Joe Hansen was on site with a tape recorder, interviewing Perry for a later broadcast on his homosexual-themed radio show, broadcast on KPFK. Slater, it should be added, was less than impressed with Perry, whom he considered a gay separatist and therefore a “false prophet” (Hansen 1998, 70, 75). Ever the iconoclast, Slater often turned his wit and scanty resources against his fellow gays, suggesting he was more the Diogenes of the movement than its gadfly.
It is difficult to capture the cantankerous spontaneity of Slater’s wit and daring. As Glover has put it, “What is hard to put on paper that showed Don’s truly remarkable character is how he constantly used the courts to make his points and try to force others to be honest.” For example, Glover recalled an incident in which he had gone with Slater as a witness, in case Slater was arrested, to confront the Customs office for withholding a European publication, such as Revolt or Vennen. Slater simply asked to see the magazine, which, when produced, he snatched, saying, “Oh yes, this is ours!” and then proceeded to walk out of the office. With two men behind saying, “Mr. Slater, you can’t do that…” and a bemused Glover shuffling behind, Slater proceeded to the elevator with his prize, and they made it to the elevator and left.38 Sometimes his principles interfered with his manners, however, as when he refused to pay a neighbor in Colorado for work done on a water line that was to their mutual benefit, on grounds that he hadn’t been asked first. The neighbor took Slater and Sanchez to court over the issue, but the judge upheld Slater’s position. According to Glover, Slater would have paid if the neighbor had simply been more courteous.
In 1979, Slater had an artificial valve implanted in his heart. During the procedure he became infected with hepatitis B, and though the surgery was a success the virus almost killed him (Hansen 2002, 113). Then, as he left the Hollywood office late one night in 1983, he was mugged and attacked in the dark parking lot behind the building (Lucas 1997). He managed to get back into the office, and he called Charles Lucas to ask for help. Lucas called fellow HIC board members Rudi Steinert and Susan Howe, who rushed to the office to find Slater drenched in blood. The thugs had taken everything—his money and briefcase, but also his clothes, shoes, and car. Lucas wrapped Slater in a blanket and managed to get him down the fire escape and into his car. Rather than go to the hospital, Slater insisted that they take him home. Sanchez arrived home early the next morning, but by that time Slater had become so weak that he consented to be taken to the hospital (ibid, 86–87). According to Sanchez,39 his wounds were superficial. Lucas and Howe, though, recall that his face had been brutally smashed and bones had probably been fractured. No police report was filed on the incident. Sanchez’s car eventually showed up at the local compound, and Slater recovered very fast. Still, he had been lucky. He could easily have been killed in the incident, which Sanchez insists was not a hate crime but a mugging, with the promise of sex used as lure or bait. Hollywood Blvd. and Highland Ave. were notorious cruising grounds for hustlers, and it was not uncommon for one to stop in (on a slow night) and either request help or proffer assistance. It was one such rogue “volunteer” who had attacked Slater and taken his belongings—and nearly his life. The Hollywood offices of the HIC were subsequently closed, and the library and office were moved into Slater and Sanchez’s Victorian home on Calumet.
With the assistance of a Veteran’s Administration (VA) loan, Slater and Sanchez bought a second, more rustic house in Southwest Colorado, near the four corners area. Through the 1980s, the two frequently went back and forth from Los Angeles to Colorado. Jennings and Glover occasionally made the twelve-hour drive as well. Slater loved the peace of the Colorado spread, but he also loved to be back home in Los Angeles, where he could tend to his shaded garden with the spires of downtown Los Angles standing like sentinels nearby. He and Sanchez added a rooster, Calhoun, to their extended family of urban critters, including several dogs and cats.
In December of 1996, Slater suffered from a severe cardiac arrest (Lucas 1997). He had neglected to have his aged heart valve replaced, and now he was too weak to undergo the procedure. For the next two months, he stayed in the VA Hospital, until he passed at ten at night on February 14, 1997, at seventy-three years old. His death took many by surprise. He had expected to live well into his eighties, as his father had before him.
While Don Slater and Dale Jennings shared many common philosophies and convictions, their friendship did not blossom until late in their lives, after Jennings sent his plea for help in 1985. The story of this renewed friendship will be the subject of the final chapter, which will describe some details of their final years. For present purposes, others need be introduced, those who formed the core of ONE, Incorporated, by remaining true to its objectives for an extended duration, some who have been working towards equal rights for homosexuals for over thirty years. Some were allied more with Slater and the duty to publish ONE Magazine while others were drawn to Legg’s vision of an academic institute, but all of the people in the following chapter contributed to the longevity and success of the corporation.
