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aside the stove and had said to the startled lady there, "How

about a cup of coffee." The neighbors thought that this was

enough and that he needed to be locked up.

He was taken before Judge Graves in Bennington, Vermont, a place

not too far from my home, by the way, and there our friend

Rowland heard of it and gathering a couple of Oxford Groupers

together, one of them an alcoholic the other just a two fisted

drinker, they took Ebby in tow and they inoculated him with very

simple ideas: that he, Ebby, could not do this job on his own

resources, that he had to have help; that he might try the idea

of getting honest with himself as he never had before; he might

try the idea of making a confession of his defects to someone;

he might try the idea of making restitution or harms done; he

might try the idea of giving of himself to others with no price

tag on it; agnostic he was, he might try the idea of praying to

whatever God there was.

That was the essence of what my friend Ebby abstracted from the

Oxford Groups of that day. True, we later rejected very much of

the other things they had to teach us. It is true that these

principles might have been found somewhere else but as it

happens they were found there.

Ebby for a time got the same phenomenon of release and then he

remembered me. He was brought to New York and lodged at Calvary

Mission and soon called me up while I lay home drinking in

Brooklyn.

I will never forget that day as suddenly he stood in the

areaway, I hadn't seen him for a long time. By this time I knew

something of the gravity of my plight. I couldn't put my finger

on it but he seemed strangely changed, besides he was sober. He

came in and began to talk. I offered him some grog. I remember I

had a big jug of gin and pineapple juice there, the pineapple

juice was there to convince Lois that I wasn't drinking straight

gin. No, he didn't care for a drink. No, he wasn't drinking.

"What's got into you," I asked.

"Well," he said, "I've got religion."

Well, that was rough on me. He's got religion! He had

substituted religious insanity for alcoholic insanity. Well, I

had to be polite so I asked, "What brand is it."

And, he said, "I wouldn't exactly call it a brand. I've come

across a group of people who have sold me on getting honest with

myself; who sold me on the idea that I am powerless over my

problems and have taught me to help others so I'm trying to

bring something to you, if you want it. That's it."

So, in his turn, he transmitted to me these simple ideas across

the kitchen table.

Meanwhile, another chain of events had been taking place. In

fact, the earliest link in that chain runs back to William James

who is sometimes called the father of modern psychology. Another

link in the chain was my own Doctor William Duncan Silkworth,

who I think will someday be counted as a medical saint.

I had the usual struggle with this problem and had met Dr.

Silkworth at Towns Hospital. He had explained in very simple

terms what my problem was: an obsession that condemned me to

drink against my will and increasing physical sensitivity which

guaranteed that I would go mad unless I could somehow find

release, perhaps through re-education. He taught me the nature

of the malady.

But here I was, again drinking. But here was my friend talking

to me over the kitchen table. Already, you see, the elements

which lie today in the foundation of A.A. were already present.

The God of science in the persons of Dr. Silkworth and Dr. Jung

had said "No" on the matters of psychiatry, psychology and

medicine. They can't do it alone. Your will power can't do it

alone. So, the rug had been pulled out from under Rowland

Hazzard; and Hazzard, an alcoholic, had pulled the rug out from

under Ebby; and now he was pulling it out from under me while

quoting Dr. Jung and substantiating what Dr. Silkworth had let

leak back to me through Lois.

So, the stage was really set and it had been some years in the

setting before it ever caught up with me. Of course, I had

balked at this idea of a power greater than myself, although the

rest of the program seemed sensible enough. I was desperate,

willing to try anything, but I still did gag on the God

business. But at length, I said to myself as has every A.A.

member since, "Who am I to say there is no God? Who am I to say

how I am going to get well?"

Like a cancer patient, I am now ready to do anything, to be

dependent upon any kind of a physician and if there is a great

physician, I had better seek him out.

So, pretty drunk, I went back to Towns Hospital, was put to bed

and three days later my friend appears again. One alcoholic

talking to another across that strange powerful bond that we can

effect with each other. In his one hand and in the hands of the

doctor was hopelessness and on the other side was hope. He went

through his little list of principles; getting honest, making

restitution, working with other people, praying to whatever God

there was, then he left. When he had gone, I sunk into a

terrific depression, the like of which I had never known and I

suppose for a moment the last vestiges of my prideful obstinacy

were crushed out at great depth and I cried out like a child,

"Now I'll do anything, anything to get well," and with no faith

and almost no hope I again cried out, "If there is a God, will

he show himself."

Immediately the place lit up in a great light. It seemed to me

that I was on a mountain top, there was a sudden realization

that I was free, utterly free of this thing and as the ecstasy

subsided I am again on the bed and now I'm surrounded by a sense

of presence and a mighty assurance and a feeling that no matter

how wrong things were, ultimately all would be well. I thought

to myself, so this is the God of the preachers.

From that day to this, I have scarcely been tempted to drink, so

instantaneous and terrific was the release from the obsession.

At about the time of my release from the hospital, somebody

handed me a copy of William James' book Varieties of Religious

Experience. Many of us disagree with James' pragmatic philosophy

but I think that nearly all will agree that this is a great text

in which he examines these mechanisms. And in that book of his,

great numbers, the great majority of these experiences took off

from a base of utter hopelessness. In some controlling area of

the individual's life he had struck a wall and couldn't get

under, around or over. That kind of hopelessness was the

forerunner of the transforming experience and as I began to read

those common denominators stuck out of the cases cited by James.

I began to wonder. Yes, I fitted into that pattern but why

hadn't more alcoholics fitted into it before now? In other

words, what we needed was more deflation at depth to lay hold of

this transforming experience.

Then comes Dr. Silkworth with the answer, those two little

words: the obsession and the allergy. Not such little words, big

words, the twin ogres of madness and death, of science

pronouncing its verdict of hopelessness so far as our own

resources were concerned. Yes, I had had that dose. That had

perhaps laid the ground. One alcoholic talking to another had

convinced me where no others had brought me any conviction.

I began to race around madly trying to help alcoholics and in

gratitude I briefly joined the Oxford Group but they were more

interested in saving the world than other alcoholics. That

didn't last too long and I began to tell people of this sudden

mystic experience and I fear that I was preaching a

great deal and not one single drunk sobered up for a period of

six months.

Again, comes the man of medicine, Dr. Silkworth and he said,

"Bill, you've got the cart before the horse. Why don't you stop

talking about this queer experience of yours and of all this

morality? Why don't you pour into these people how medically

sick they are and then, maybe coming from you or with the

identification you can get with these other fellows, then maybe

you'll soften them up so they'll buy this moral psychology."

About that time I had been urged to get back into business and

quit being a missionary and I hooked onto a business deal which

took me to Akron, Ohio.

The deal fell through and for the first time I felt tempted to

drink. I was in the hotel with about ten dollars in my pocket

and my new found friends had disappeared. I thought to myself,

gee, you'd better look for another alcoholic to work with.

Then I realized as never before how working with other

alcoholics had played such a great part in sustaining my

original experience.

Well, again friends came to the rescue. I went down to the lobby

and looked at the Church Directory and absentmindedly drew my

finger down the list of

names and there appeared a rather odd one, the Reverend Tunks. I

said, "Well, I'll call up Tunks" and he turned out to be a

wonderful Episcopal clergyman. I said that I was a drunk looking

for another drunk to work on and tried to explain why. The good

man showed some alarm as it wasn't everyday someone called up

with my request but the good man gave me a list of about ten

names, some of them Oxford Groupers. I called all of these

people up. Well, Sunday was coming and maybe they would see me

in Church, some were going out of town.

I exhausted that list, all but one. None had time nor cared very

much. Something not very strange under the circumstances so I

went down and took another look in the bar and something said to

me "You had better call her

up."

Her name was Henrietta Seiberling and I took her to be the wife

of a tire tycoon out there who I had once met and I thought that

this lady certainly isn't going to want to see me on a Saturday

afternoon. But I called and she said, "Come right out, I'm not

an alcoholic but I think I understand."

This led to the meeting with Dr. Bob, one of my many co-partners

in this enterprise, and as Dr. Silkworth had suggested I poured

into him how sick we were and that produced his immediate

recovery.

I went to live in the Smith's house and presently Bob said,

"Hadn't we better start working with alcoholics?"

I said, "Sure, I think we had."

We found an opportunity at City Hospital in Akron, who was being

brought in with D.T.'s on a stretcher. He'd been hospitalized

six times in four months and couldn't even get home without

getting stewed. That was to be A.A. number three, the first man

on the bed.

Dr. Bob and I went to see him and he said, "I'm too far gone and

besides, I'm a man of faith."

Nevertheless, we poured it into him, the medical hopelessness of

this thing so far as one's own resources are concerned. We

explained what had happened to us, we made clear to him his

future. And the next morning we came back and he was saying to

his wife, "Give me my clothes, were going to get up and get out

of here. These are the men, they are the ones who understand."

Right then and there was formed the first A.A. group in the

summer of 1935.

The synthesis in it's main outline was complete.

But Lord, we hadn't even started. The struggles of those next

few years. A wonderful thing to think about. Terribly slow was

our growth. We got way into 1939 before we had produced even a

hundred recoveries in Akron and in New York, a few in Cleveland,

Ohio.

Then, in that year, the Cleveland Plain Dealer ran pieces about

us of such strength that the few A.A.'s in Cleveland were

flooded with hundreds of cases and that added one more needed

ingredient.

Up to this time it had been deadly slow. Could this thing

spread? Could we get into mass production?

Well, in a matter of months, twenty Clevelanders had sobered up

several hundred newcomers. But that required hospitalization and

we were not liked in the hospitals.

Now, I come to the subject of this Committee, it's relation with

A.A., and the linkage between us. Meanwhile, great events were

going on down here (New York), there had been in preparation a

book to be called Alcoholics Anonymous.

As a precaution we had made mimeograph copies to be passed

around and one of these copies was sent to a man who I consider

to be one of the greatest friends that this society can ever

have, Dr. Harry Tiebout, the onetime Chairman of this Committee.

Harry Tiebout was the man who got me before the medical

societies and that took great courage. Well, I'm getting ahead

of my story.

So Harry got one of the mimeographed copies of the A.A. book and

he hands it to a certain patient at the Blythewood Sanitarium in

Greenwich, Connecticut. The patient was a lady. She read the

book and it made her very mad so she threw it out the window and

got drunk. That was the first impact of Alcoholics Anonymous.

Harry got her sobered up and handed her the book again and a

phrase caught her eye, it was a trigger. "We cannot live with

resentments," the book said. This time she didn't throw it out

the window.

Presently she came to our little meeting and you must remember

that we were still less than a hundred strong in the early part

of 1939 at our little Brooklyn house at 182 Clinton Street. And

she came back from that meeting to Greenwich and made a remark

that today is a classic in A.A. She said to a fellow patient and

sufferer and friend in the sanitarium, "Grennie, we're not alone

anymore, this is it."

Well, that was the beginning for Marty. Much help by Harry and

Mrs. Willey, the proprietor of the place. Marty started the

first group on the grounds of the sanitarium. She began to

frantically work with alcoholics and became the dean of our

women alcoholics. So our society had made two terrific friends

in Dr. Harry and Marty.

Now, in the intervening years up to 1944, A.A. itself was in a

bad turmoil.

The Saturday Evening Post piece had been published which caused

6,000 frantic inquiries to hit our post office box here in New

York, from all over the country, indeed, all over the world. So

then the great question was posed. Could A.A. spread? Could it

function? Could it hang together with it's enormous neurotic

content that we have.

We just did not know. But again, it was do or die. In old Ben

Franklin's words, "We would either hang together or hang

separately."

Out of this group experience there began to evolve Traditions.

Traditions which had to do with A.A.'s unity and function and

relation with the world outside and our relations to such things

as money, property, prestige, all that sort of thing.

The Traditions of Alcoholics Anonymous you folks, for the most

part, are familiar with. Those principles began to take shape,

began to gather for us and little by little, order began to come

out of this seething mass of drunks in their quest for sobriety.

By now, the membership of the movement had run up into the many

thousands and as Marty observed, there was now proof that it can

be done. But we were still a long way from today. A.A. still

needed friends. Friends of medicine, friends of religion,

friends of the press. We had a handful but we needed a lot of

friends.

The public needed to know what sort of malady this was and that

something could be done about it. This Committee, much like

Alcoholics Anonymous is notable not only for what it has done in

its own sphere but for what it has set in motion.

I remember very well when this Committee started. It brought me

in contact with our great friends at Yale, the courageous Dr.

Haggard, the incredible Dr.Jellinek or "Bunky" as we

affectionately know him, and Seldon [Bacon] and all those

dedicated people.

The question arose, could an A.A. member get into education or

research or what not? Then ensued a fresh and great controversy

in A.A. which was not surprising because you must remember that

in that period we were like the people on Rickenbacker's raft.

Who would dare to rock us ever so little and precipitate us back

into the alcohol sea.

So, frankly, we were afraid and as usual we had the radicals and

we had the conservatives and we had moderates on this question

of whether A.A. members could go into other enterprises in this

field.

The conservatives said, "No, let's keep it simple, let's mind

our own business." The radicals said, "Let's endorse anything

that looks like it will do any good, let the A.A. name be used

to raise money and to do whatever it can do for the whole

field," and the growing body of moderates took the position,

"Let any A.A. member who feels the call go into these related

fields, for if we are to do less it would be a very antisocial

outlook."

So that is where the Tradition finally sat and many were called

and many were chosen since that day to go into these related

fields which has now got to be so large in their promise that we

of Alcoholics Anonymous are getting down to our right size and

we are only now realizing that we are only a small part of a

great big picture.

We are realizing again, afresh, that without our friends, not

only could we not have existed in the first place but we could

not have grown. We are getting a fresh concept in A.A. of what

our relations with the world and all of these related

enterprises should be. In other words, we are growing up.

In fact last year at St. Louis we were bold enough to say we had

come of age and that within Alcoholics Anonymous the main

outlines of the basis for recovery, of the basis for unity and

of the basis for service or function were already evident.

At St. Louis I made talks upon each of those subjects which

largely concerned themselves about what A.A. had done about

these things but here we are in a much wider field and I think

that the sky is the limit. I think that I can say without any

reservation that what this Committee has done with the aid of

it's great friends who are now legion as anyone here can see. I

think that this Committee has been responsible for making more

friends for Alcoholics Anonymous and of doing a wider service in

educating the world on the gravity of this malady and what can

be done about it than any other single agency.

I'm awfully partial and maybe I'm a little biased because here

sits the dean of all our ladies, my close, dear and beloved

friend. So speaking out of turn as a founder, I want to convey

to her in the presence of all of you the best I can say of my

great love and affection is thanks.

At the close of things in St. Louis, I remember that I likened

A.A. to a cathedral style edifice whose corners now rested

across the earth. I remember saying that we can see on its great

floor the Twelve Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous and there

assembled maybe 150,000 sufferers and their

families. We have seen side walls go up, buttressed with the

A.A. Tradition and at St. Louis, when the elected Conference

took over from our Board of Trustees, the spire of service was

put into effect and its beacon light, the beacon light of A.A.

shone there beckoning to all the world.

I realized as I sat here today that that was not a big enough

concept, for on the floor of the cathedral of the spirit there

should always be written the formula from whatever source for

release from alcoholism, whether it be a drug, whether it be the

psychiatric art, whether it be the ministrations of this

Committee.

In other words, we who deal with this problem are all in the

same boat, all standing upon the same floor. So let's bring to

this floor the total resources that can be brought to bear upon

this problem and let us not think of unity just in terms of the

A.A.Tradition. Let us think of unity among all those who work in

the field as the kind of unity that befits brotherhood and

sisterhood and a kinship in the common suffering. Let us stand

together in the spirit of service. If we do these things, only

then can we declare ourselves really come of age. And only then,

and I think this is a time not far off, I think we can say that

the future, our future, the future of this Committee, of A.A.

and of the things that people of good will are trying to do in

this field will be completely assured.

Thank you.

_________

An excerpt from "On The Alcoholism Front," written by Bill

Wilson for The Grapevine, March 1958:

"Then along came Marty. As an early AA she knew public attitudes

had to be changed, that people had to know that alcoholism was a

disease and alcoholics could be helped. She developed a plan for

an organization to conduct a

vigorous program of public education and to organize citizens'

committees all over the country. She bought her plan to me. I

was enthusiastic but felt scientific backing was essential, so

the plan was sent to Bunky [Dr. E.M. Jellinek], and he came down

to meet with us. He said the plan was sound, the time was ripe,

and he agreed with me that Marty was the one to do the job.

"Originally financed by the tireless Dr. Haggard and his

friends, Marty started her big task. I cannot detail in this

space the great accomplishments of Marty and her associates in

the present-day National Council on Alcoholism. But I can speak

my conviction that no other single agency has done more to

educate the public, to open up hospitalization, and to set in

motion all manner of constructive projects than this one.

Growing pains there have been aplenty, but today the NCA results

speak for

themselves. ..."

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From an article by Bill Wilson in

THE GRAPEVINE, October 1944

We are again citizens of the world.... As individuals, we have a