Chapter Ten—Triumphs and Tragedies (1954–1982):
Odor of Laurel and Cypress Ehret die Frauen! Sie flechten und weben
Himmlische Rosen ins irdische Leben.
Honor to Woman! To her it is given
To garden the earth with the roses of heaven.
Schiller, "Würde der Frauen"[1]
I had been invited more than once to lecture in
Brazil, in part through G.C. Lattes, who had helped detect the first pions formed by the Berkeley synchrocyclotron. In 1954 the time seemed ripe for a visit to Rio de Janeiro. Our children were too young either to take along on such a trip or to leave alone, so I went to Brazil by myself that July while Elfriede stayed behind with them in Berkeley. When the Jenkinses heard of our predicament, however, they offered to take care of the children for a while, giving us yet another reason to be grateful to them, and Elfriede was able to join me in August.
Brazil fascinated me. I am hard put to describe, let alone explain, my feelings toward my exotic, but at the same time almost familiar, new surroundings. The novel tropical beauty, nostalgic reminders of the colonial period, my affection for Dom Pedro and his well-ordered empire, and the behavior of the people formed a mix most agreeable to me. We also liked the food, the exotic fruits, and the many kinds of bananas. Furthermore, we found excellent company: Georg von Hevesy, with whom we often spent the morning walking on the Copacabana beach; G. P. Thomson, who was lecturing at the same institution as I was, and Lattes himself. Almirante Alvaro, chief of the Conselho de pesquisas físicas, entertained us at the Bosque Tijuca, where he planted a tree in my honor and recited poems by Camoëns.
Guido Beck, an Austrian physicist whom I knew from my time in Rome, helped immensely in guiding me in the new strange world of Latin America. Among other things, he found a way of getting us a visa for Peru, which we did not know we needed. When we asked for it, much to our surprise, Elfriede was refused and declared "peligrosa a la seguridad nacional del Peru." It was because she had been born at Ostrowo, which in the meantime had become part of Poland and thus was behind the Iron Curtain. Our friend ultimately succeeded in obtaining the visa through personal intervention, but not without a few comic scenes. A Peruvian professor helped me materially, and I ended up becoming an honorary professor of San Marcos University in Lima.
From Brazil we went to Uruguay, where we stayed with my dear cousin Riccardo Rimini, and then to Argentina, which was under the Perón dictatorship. The slogan "Perón cumple y Evita dignifica" (Perón delivers and Evita dignifies) was everywhere, evoking somewhat cynical comments, which we naturally kept to ourselves. In Argentina we visited several Italian émigrés, some physicists, some not, whom we had known before our own emigration.
The last leg of our trip took us to Peru, a country we found extremely attractive owing both to its peculiar natural beauty and to its Indian culture. We were wise enough to allot sufficient time for sightseeing to allow us to gain a real impression of this beautiful world, so different from anything we had seen before. We flew from Lima to Cuzco in an
unpressurized airplane. We wore
oxygen masks but I took mine off in opening a window to snap a picture of the Andes. I barely made it back to my seat, where I fainted briefly, while Elfriede put the mask back on my face. We remained at Cuzco for a few days to acclimatize ourselves to the altitude and see the Inca monuments, then descended to Macchu Picchu, where we spent the night. Next day we climbed Vaina Picchu by the very steep stairway hewn from the rock by the Indians, under a tangle of orchids.
On October 8, 1954, shortly after our return, while I was resuming my regular routine, I had a telephone call from Chicago. The caller was Sam Allison, and from his tone of voice, I realized at once that he had very bad news. From his almost incoherent words, I gathered that Fermi had been operated on shortly before, and that the surgeon had found an incurable stomach
cancer. I was stunned. When I had seen Fermi in February, I had noticed that he looked a little tired, but it did not cross my mind that there was anything to worry about. During the summer, Fermi had gone to Italy and we to South America; we had not been in touch. In Italy, he had begun to feel seriously ill, and as soon as he returned to Chicago, he went to Billings Hospital. The first doctor who saw him, an intern, did not make the correct diagnosis, but the chief surgeon shortly thereafter performed an exploratory operation and found a hopeless situation.
As soon as possible after hearing the news, I caught a plane to Chicago. I found Fermi at Billings Hospital, fed by a tube that ran directly into his stomach. The patient was measuring the flow of the fluid by counting the drops, using a stopwatch, as though performing a physiology experiment. He was perfectly aware of his condition and started talking about how many months or weeks he might survive, and what he would do in the short span still allotted him. He asked me to summon Edward Teller to see him, adding with a slightly ironical smile, "What nobler deed for a dying man than to try to save a soul?" Fermi thought that Teller's behavior in connection with the hydrogen bomb and in the Oppenheimer hearings had been reprehensible—among other things, it had split the scientific community into factions—and he wanted to make him realize this. "The best thing Teller can do now is to shut up and disappear from the public eye for a long time, in the hope that people may forget him," he added. Needless to say, as soon as I got back to Berkeley, I relayed the summons to Teller, who subsequently went to visit Fermi. Teller has given his own report of this visit.[2]
Fermi then spoke pessimistically about the world's future. Atomic bombs were making possible the destruction of civilization. All it would take for them to be used was for a madman to come to power in a great nation. Since this happened every few centuries, he reckoned that civilization might, with luck, last roughly that long. He said, too, that if he lived long enough and had the strength to do so, his last service to science would be to write down his lectures on nuclear physics, which were preserved only in the form of notes taken by students.[3] This was, in fact, his last effort at scientific writing. In a lighter vein, he told me that he had been blessed by a Catholic priest, a Protestant pastor, and a rabbi. At different times the three had entered his room and demurely and politely asked permission to bless him. He had given it. "It pleased them and it did not harm me," he added.
We spent several hours talking about various subjects. Among other things, Fermi observed that since his wife, Laura, had just finished her book
Atoms in the Family, his death would come at the right moment for promoting it, and that he hoped the literary success he anticipated for it might help her overcome the difficult times she faced.
At the end of the afternoon I left. When I got out of the hospital, I felt ill; the emotional upheaval produced in me by the visit was too much for my constitution. I returned to Berkeley gravely upset, and as soon as possible I went back to Chicago. I found Fermi much worse and in a more somber mode. He spoke of his sufferings and of other subjects I will omit. We talked until late in the evening. During the night, I was awakened by a phone call announcing that Fermi had
died. It was November 29, 1954.
I stayed in Chicago for the memorial service at the University of Chicago. Searching for an appropriate text, the university chaplain proposed several that did not seem right. Finally, he suggested St. Francis's "Cantico delle creature" ("The Song of Brother Sun and All His Creatures"). It seemed to fit the occasion, and he used it.
Fermi's unexpected and premature death shook me deeply. Even now Fermi often appears in my dreams. In their grief, his former pupils and friends sought an appropriate memorial. Ultimately, the idea of publishing his collected papers crystallized. The Accademia dei Lincei and the University of Chicago Press undertook to do so and appointed me chairman of the editorial committee.[4]
In 1955 we moved from Berkeley to Lafayette, a suburban community about ten miles east of Berkeley, behind the coastal hills. Our new house was on a dead-end road on a hill; the address was 36 Crest Road. It had been part of a large estate, had a beautiful view, and was in a most attractive natural setting.
During my lifetime I came to love three homes in particular. The one in Tivoli, the Treves villa at Marignolle, and our house on Crest Road in Lafayette. Naturally, I remember the others—229 Corso Vittorio at Rome, my apartment in Palermo, 1617 Spruce Steet at Berkeley—but I do not have a special attachment to them, and I do not dream of them at night.
I loved the Tivoli house where I was born, because I spent my childhood there. Conflict with Marco separated me from it, but much more serious has been the deterioration of the surroundings. The Tivoli of my childhood does not exist anymore, and even if the walls of the house are still there, all the rest is gone: landscape, roads, gardens, neighborhood.
Marignolle was never my home except during summer visits. The place struggles to survive the changes in the Treves family. Those of my generation have almost become slaves of the villa, while those of the next will be hard put to maintain its spirit. Irresistible forces have transformed the agriculture, the society, and even the face of Tuscany.
Geology drove me from 36 Crest Road, the house I loved best in the United States. When I bought it, I did not realize the serious geological problems affecting the location, nor the importance of a lower lot, which was also for sale at the time, to its stability. I never thought that somebody might want to build on that lot, because it was manifestly foolhardy to do so. The surroundings of the place were also different from what they are now. There was no Highway 24, and the area now occupied by a church was a beautiful meadow with a few old oak trees. The church in due course destroyed the beautiful setting to create parking lots and make money, which convinced me that it was an enemy of God and His works. Furthermore, in 1956 somebody bought the lot below my house mentioned above, and without my becoming aware of it, obtained a building permit. When I saw the new owner of the lot excavating the slope in an obviously dangerous way, I warned him and took photographs of the terrain, but I did not start a legal action, which I would possibly have lost. During the winter of 1958, heavy rains caused a slide on the excavated slope.
This neighbor, in 1960, sued us because the slide he had provoked had damaged his house! We countersued him, and he lost, but the damages awarded to us paid only part of the cost of a retaining wall we had to build to stabilize the slope; nor did they compensate for the depreciation of our property, not to mention the time lost and the anguish caused to us. In practice we never succeeded in repairing the damage satisfactorily. Ultimately, in 1978, we sold the house for much less than it would have fetched without its history.
I grasped too late the type of house I would like; furthermore, my ideal home has contradictory elements in it and hence may not exist. I like a country setting, but I never really enjoyed gardening; I like a well-finished house, but I am not a handyman. All told, Adalbert von Chamisso's poem "Schloss Boncourt," mourning the demolition of his childhood home, perhaps best reflects my feelings:
Ich traüm' als Kind mich zurücke
Und schüttle mein greises Haupt;
Wie sucht ihr mich heim, ihr Bilder,
Die lang ich vergessen geglaubt!
Hoch ragt aus schatt'gen Gehegen
Ein schimmerndes Schloß hervor;
Ich kenne die Türme, die Zinnen,
Die steinerne Brücke, das Tor.
Es schauen wom Wappenschilde
Die Löwen so traulich mich an,
Ich grüsse die alten Bekannten
Und eile den Burghof hinan.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
So stehst du, o Schloß meiner Väter,
Mir treu and fest in dem Sinn,
Und bist von der Erde verschwunden,
Der Pflug nun über dich führt.[5]
Back to physics! The problem of the existence of
antiparticles arose in 1928 with
Dirac's relativistic theory of the electron. This theory gave solutions that corresponded to a then-unknown stable particle of the same mass and spin, but opposite charge and magnetic moment, in other words a positive electron. This particle was called the antiparticle of the electron, or
positron. At the time of Dirac's prediction, the positron was unknown, and its absence was considered a serious flaw in Dirac's theory. Dirac, as a last resort, tried to identify the positive electron with the proton, but this proved untenable.
Things changed radically with C. D. Anderson's discovery of the positron in
cosmic rays in 1932. (The prediction of the positron is one of the triumphs of Dirac's theory.) The notion of antiparticles was generalized into the postulate that every particle has its own antiparticle. In the case of neutral particles, particle and antiparticle may coincide.
The extension of Dirac's theory predicting
antiprotons was very plausible, but not certain. Furthermore, most physicists were surprised when, around 1931, Otto Stern measured the
magnetic moment of the proton and found it to be very different from the naive theoretical expectation based on a literal extrapolation of Dirac's theory. This result suggested caution in generalizing from Dirac's theory. Even in 1955 at least one distinguished physicist had bet money against the existence of
antinucleons. For many years, experimental physicists had looked for antiprotons in cosmic rays, with inconclusive results. Among others, Bruno Rossi and his collaborators, using a cloud chamber, and Edoardo Amaldi and collaborators, using photographic emulsions, had observed particles in cosmic rays that may have been antiprotons. Their observations were not, however, sufficient to establish the particle.
In planning the
bevatron, Lawrence and the Rad Lab physicists had consciously chosen as a goal an energy of 6 GeV, slightly above the threshold for the formation of
nucleon-antinucleon pairs from a proton colliding with a nucleon at rest. In 1955 the bevatron reached this design energy and thus afforded the opportunity of proving the existence of the antiproton unequivocally, and we wanted to settle the question once and for all.
Several Berkeley groups started the hunt. My group had for some time studied the problem and prepared for it. I decided to attack the problem in two ways. One was based on the determination of the charge and mass of the particle. The other concentrated on the observation of the phenomena attendant on the
annihilation of a stopping antiproton. The stopping antiproton and a proton of the target should mutually annihilate each other, and the rest mass of the two particles should transform itself in one of many possible ways into other particles such as pions. These would leave tracks in a photographic emulsion and the annihilation would thus become evident.
For the first attack, Chamberlain, Wiegand, Ypsilantis, and I designed and built a mass spectrograph with several technically new features. For the second attack, Getson Goldhaber, who was then in my group, exposed photographic emulsions in a beam enriched in antiprotons by our apparatus. Many other people were involved in the enterprise, and we had agreements on how to publish the results and give appropriate credit to everyone. The proper working of the bevatron under Edward Lofgren was of paramount importance. We were in competition with physicists of other groups trying to detect antiprotons at the same time, but this did not prevent frequent mutual help.
We started the run on August 25, 1955, and after a few days of tuning up, we began observing antiproton signals. We based the identification on measurement of the velocity, momentum, and charge of a particle. The signals for velocity were
oscilloscope traces recording the passage of a particle through a velocity-selecting
Cherenkov detector, corroborated by a measurement of the same particle's time of flight between two detectors. The trajectory followed by the particles gave their momentum and the sign of their charge. Velocity and momentum determined the mass of the particles and this, combined with the sign of their charge, identified them as antiprotons. We also checked, among other things, that protons below the threshold energy did not produce our signals.
We detected about one antiproton for every few hundred thousand other particles crossing our apparatus, and the good signals arrived with a frequency of a few per hour. Naturally there was considerable enthusiasm in the laboratory, and many people came to see our progress. So as to be able to work undisturbed, we wrote up a bulletin of our results on a blackboard. In the meantime, we had to think about writing a paper and there were also delicate questions of the order of names and formulation of the text to consider. We decided to write a letter to the Physical Review and an article for Nature ,[6] to which I had written every time I had something important to say, or at least something I thought was important. We listed the authors in alphabetical order, as we had done in most of our many common papers before. Some original pieces of the apparatus, such as the Cerenkov velocity selector, were later described in greater detail by Chamberlain and Wiegand.[7]
I had no doubt that antiproton was the right name for the new particle. Lawrence preferred negative proton, but he did not insist. The mass spectrograph experiment concluded on October 1, 1955, having proved the existence of the antiproton, and soon thereafter the emulsion work confirmed it.[8]
At that time the physicist Oreste Piccioni wrote a scathing letter to Lawrence accusing us, and me in particular, of several misdeeds. Lawrence looked into Piccioni's accusations and dismissed them. Piccioni had made some good suggestions during the planning of the experiment, and these were duly and repeatedly acknowledged in publication. This was his pretext for starting a legal action against Chamberlain and me eighteen years later, in 1972, in which he maintained that we had stolen his ideas. The complaint went all the way up to the U.S. Supreme Court, but all the courts, from the Alameda superior court to the Supreme Court, refused to hear the case, because the statute of limitations had run its course.[9]
One day when I was complaining about the aggravation caused to me by Piccioni, a famous physicist who was an old colleague of his kept exclaiming, "Poor Oreste! Poor Oreste!" I resented this and demanded, "Why poor Oreste and not poor Emilio?" To which he promptly answered: "No; poor Oreste and not poor Emilio, because Oreste is crazy, and you are not!"
At the time of the antiproton experiment, Amaldi and his wife Ginestra were at our home in Lafayette as our guests. He and I established a collaboration for the study of photographic emulsions exposed at Berkeley, taking advantage of the numerous well-trained
scanners available in Rome. When Amaldi returned to Italy, some Italian newspapers wrote inappropriate comments and tried to ascribe to him a part he had not played. This misreporting could have had unpleasant consequences, but Amaldi set things straight and we kept calm. The experiment was widely acclaimed and soon we, and Lawrence, started receiving numerous compliments on it. Lawrence politely answered those addressed to him with a form letter saying that he had passed the congratulations to Chamberlain, Segrè, Wiegand, and Ypsilantis, the people directly involved. Shortly afterward, another group in the lab, including Piccioni, observed the
antineutron, obtaining it by charge exchange from the antiproton.[10]
Once we had discovered the antiproton, we obviously wanted to know the properties of our particle and build on our initial success. Some "battleship experiments," such as cross-section measurements, were possible, and we performed them, but our antiproton source was weak and it was soon surpassed by other accelerators that were coming on stream. With our means we could not do much more than what we had already achieved. However, in collaboration with Wilson Powell's group, which had a
propane bubble chamber, we obtained some good pictures of antineutrons obtained from antiprotons by
charge exchange,[11] and using photographic emulsions we started developing statistical information on the annihilation process. In the meantime, Alvarez's group had developed the
hydrogen bubble chamber, and I proposed a collaboration, but he felt we did not have an adequate contribution to offer and demurred. Soon the Alvarez group, using their hydrogen bubble chamber, started obtaining capital results. Bogdan Maglic, a Yugoslavian postdoctoral fellow, pioneered in detecting the first resonance between annihilation
pions, and this was the curtain raiser for a whole series of brilliant investigations.[12] By now (1986) there are accelerators forming beams of antiprotons and using proton-antiproton collisions in great storage rings. This is a measure of the pace of progress in particle physics.
Theoreticians had speculated on the rho and omega
mesons, and members of my group tried to see them experimentally with a big new instrument, planned and developed chiefly by Ypsilantis and Wiegand, which we called the "fly eye" because it contained many scintillators that formed a sort of big compound eye. The technique was state of the art, and this work contributed, in a small way, to the discovery of the rho meson.[13]
In 1955 the discovery of the antiproton reopened the possibility of my winning a Nobel Prize. After the war I had started thinking that my work on the new chemical elements and on radiochemistry might bring me that distinction. I saw Seaborg's efforts at getting it on similar grounds, but I did not know how to stake my claim. I hoped that the Nobel Committee would somehow split the award. A poll among members of the Chicago section of the American Chemical Society in 1947 had chosen me as one of the ten best radiochemists in the United States.[14] Lawrence, too, as I found out many years later, considered me a good candidate.[15] "Contrari ai voti poi furo i successi" (Events turned out contrary to hopes; Ariosto, Orlando furioso 1.9.5); while I was at a cocktail party at Donald Kerst's house in Urbana in October 1951, I heard that the Nobel Prize for chemistry had been given to McMillan and Seaborg "for their discoveries in the chemistry of transuranium elements." I was deeply disappointed.
During the summer of 1954, I met Hevesy in Brazil. We were friends and I could speak freely to him. Thanks to his Swedish connections, he knew many of the secrets of the Nobel Committee, and he told me that I had not been specifically nominated in the year 1951, which had automatically eliminated me. He advised me to try to interest Fermi. I
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did not do so because I knew perfectly well that Fermi could not be influenced in matters such as competitions and awards.
However, a few years later, after Fermi's death, his widow, Laura, asked me to look at her husband's papers before she gave them to the Regenstein Library at the University of Chicago. In so doing, I found out, to my surprise, that both Fermi and James Franck had proposed me repeatedly for the Nobel Prize in chemistry. I saw also that Fermi had proposed, in physics, Maria Mayer, Hans Jensen, and Wolfgang Panofsky. His spontaneous proposal deeply moved me, for the same reasons that had prevented me from asking for his support. Nomination by him was, for me, almost as important as getting the prize. Much later I had the opportunity to tell Mayer, Jensen, and Panofsky that they had been nominated by Fermi, and all three had the same reaction. Of them, Mayer and Jensen had had the prize. Panofsky had not.
The discovery of the antiproton had some unpleasant consequences for the structure of my group and for relations between its members. Owen and Clyde, who were charter members of the group, developed most of the electronic detectors and counters of different kinds. Getson Goldhaber, the group's expert on photographic emulsions, was recruited by me in the early 1950s at Columbia University, where he had studied with Gilberto Bernardini.
After the discovery of the antiproton and connected publicity, the moods of Owen and of Clyde separately darkened. Owen wanted to be more independent than he already was, which was hardly possible. He wanted to have his own group, but our group was so small that I felt further splitting would seriously impair its efficiency. Owen was then invited to go to Harvard, where he spent a period as a Loeb Professor; on his return, he started a small separate group. Clyde, too, wanted to go it alone, and above all to work independently of me and of Owen. Perhaps he wanted to show his personal prowess, although his ability was widely recognized, above all by me and by his other colleagues in the group. It is possible that even Ypsilantis had similar wishes, but being younger, at the beginning of his career, and of a sunny disposition, he was less affected.
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In my opinion, the strength of our group came from the combination of different talents. Nobody could dominate by his obvious and disproportionate superiority, as had been the case with the various groups led by Fermi. As things were, I firmly believed that fragmentation or dissolution of our group would damage us all and impair our scientific output. No one else among us had Owen's critical mind, Clyde's technical ability, Tom's enthusiasm and optimism, and so on. Nor did I think that my contribution was as negligible as it perhaps then appeared to Owen and Clyde. One element of discomfort was the fact that both had been my students and co-workers for over fifteen years; the problems to some extent resembled those that arise between fathers and sons.
I thought that for me the best course was to give broad autonomy to the younger members of the team and try to aid their personal initiatives as much as possible. Some of these initiatives went well, some were less successful. Our group was too small to compete with the much larger groups then entering the field of particle physics, but to enlarge it greatly did not suit my modus operandi.[16]
A few years after we received the Nobel Prize and Owen seceded from the group, he changed his mind and, to my great joy, rejoined us. I expected that, being fifteen years younger than I was, he would in time succeed me as head of the group, with Ypsilantis as second in command. This happened for Owen, but unfortunately Tom left Berkeley before he was offered the opportunity.
Of the experiments we did after the discovery of the antiproton, I have already mentioned the one on the rho meson. Others, such as the pion beta-decay experiment,[17] were successful, but took much time, above all because the authors, in our tradition, properly insisted on measurements of superior quality. Much later Clyde Wiegand continued excellent experiments on mesic atoms on a small scale with a few students.[18]
A few months after the antiproton work, in the spring of 1956, I unexpectedly received a telegram from the secretary of the Soviet Academy of Sciences inviting me to an international science conference
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soon to be held at Moscow. A few hours later, a similar telegram reached Owen Chamberlain. Lawrence, whom I consulted, objected to our going, mainly for political reasons. I thought otherwise and decided to accept the invitation, but I had to maneuver a little to avoid a direct clash with Lawrence. Our invitation was perhaps the first to come from the Soviet Union, and it arrived at a time when scientists, especially those who had been at Los Alamos, were considered privy to "atomic secrets," and when very few Americans had visited the Soviet Union. After a few days, invitations also arrived for McMillan, Alvarez, Panofsky, and others, so that it became difficult for Lawrence to thwart so many people eager to go.
The trip to the Soviet Union lasted about six weeks, and besides Moscow and Leningrad, we also went to Armenia. It was some time after the famous Khrushchev speech revealing Stalin's crimes. The Russians did not know its text, but large excerpts of it had appeared in the Western press, and our hosts asked us about it. My impressions of Russia are too superficial to be of value. We were obviously favored guests—witness our advantages, such as tickets to superb ballet shows, our priority in visiting the Kremlin, and similar privileges. To everybody's surprise, including mine, I even succeeded in obtaining payment from the Bureau of Foreign Translations for the translation of the first volume of Experimental Nuclear Physics, which I had edited. When I asked for royalties or compensation, adding that I would appreciate payment in U.S. dollars, the Russian bureaucrats were nonplussed, and answered that they would ask their superiors, and that I should return in a couple of days. When I returned, the answer was that the superiors had to ask still higher authorities and that I should return in a couple of days. I doubted anything would come of it. However, after three days, when I returned to inquire, I was told that the request had been granted and that I would receive the money in New York. I could scarcely believe my ears.
On this trip I saw Bruno Pontecorvo again for the first time since his defection. He was so little Russified that at the conference the Russians present told him to speak English, because they had difficulties
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in understanding his Russian. Some of his colleagues treated him as a "Party zealot."
The person that impressed me most among the scientists I met was Igor Tamm, who subsequently shared the Nobel Prize for physics in 1958. I immediately liked this cultivated and refined gentleman's warm personality. He was also obviously a courageous person who, although he dearly loved his country, did not hesitate to help it by saying what he thought true and fair.[19] L. D. Landau seemed to me very arrogant; he reminded me of Oppenheimer, although of greater ability as a physicist. I also saw Peter Kapitza, whom I had known at Cambridge in 1934, as well as his son, whom I had then seen in a cradle, but who now looked like his father twenty-two years earlier. Among other able physicists, I met the Alikanian brothers, Pavel Cherenkov, J. A. Smorodinsky, D. D. Ivanenko, I. P. Nikotin, Nikolai Bogoliubov, and Vladimir Veksler for the first time.[20] The small fry were scared to mention even the most innocent subjects. When I asked a young chemist working on technetium what he was doing, he answered evasively and referred me to his superiors; when I pressed him to say what he had in a test tube he was holding, he said disconcertedly that he did not know! Furthermore, in the laboratories, I noted doors sealed with wax seals, as if there were great secrets behind them.
Later we flew to Armenia; during the flight we passed over the Turkish-Russian border, where one could see an abundance of military airfields. I asked for permission to take pictures, and the guide who accompanied us assented freely. I was surprised, but took the photos. Years later I came to think this may have been foolhardy on my part.
In Armenia we climbed to a high altitude observatory. A snowstorm trapped us inside the observatory, and the Armenians, feeling at home, started freely expressing thoughts that at sea level and among Russians would have been dangerous. I also saw ancient churches and monasteries, in one of which an old priest took me aside and bitterly complained to me in French about the negligence of the authorities, who did not provide the necessary funds for the preservation of the monuments of the past.
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I returned twice to Russia, the last time for the centenary of Mendeleyev's table of the elements in 1969. In 1957, some of the Russian scientists we met returned our visit by coming to Berkeley, and I invited them to our home. On the way there, as luck would have it, we had a blowout, the only time this had happened to me in thirty years. The Russians were amused by this failure of American technology and chuckled freely, but fortunately a colleague of mine, the physicist Herbert Steiner, was in the car. As a student, he had worked in a gas station and he showed the Soviet visitors the speed with which one changed a tire in the United States. The guests were impressed. Unfortunately, the Russians permitted by their authorities to visit us were few, always the same, and often not those we were most eager to see.
In 1957 Tsung-Dao Lee and Chen Ning Yang proposed the nonconservation of parity in weak interactions. Very crudely, the nonconservation of parity means the following: if one performs an arbitrary experiment—for instance, if one observes the disturbance of a magnetic needle by an electric current—and one looks at the experiment or at its image in a perfect mirror, and there is no way of telling which is which, parity is conserved; on the other hand, if it is possible to tell apart object and image, parity is not conserved. In all experiments performed up to 1957, parity seemed to be conserved.
In the same year, the tau and theta meson decays (now they are both called K mesons) showed a peculiarity. The particles have the same lifetime and the same mass but decay in final states of different parity. Lee and Yang suggested that they were one particle with two different modes of decay. There are many examples of dual decay, but the difficulty in this specific case was that the decay to two states of different parity necessitates a parity change in the decay. This had never been seen in electromagnetic or strong decays but had not been ruled out experimentally in decays by weak interaction.
Lee and Yang pointed this out. Chien-Shiung Wu and her colleagues at the National Bureau of Standards showed, in a case of beta decay, that the Lee-Yang hypothesis was correct: parity was not conserved. Within a few days this surprising result was extended to muon decay
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by Richard Garwin, Leon Lederman, and Gabriel Weinrich at Columbia University, and it turned out that Valentin Telegdi at the University of Chicago had previously had indications of the same phenomenon. The sensational discovery removed an old and firmly established prejudice and opened new horizons to the theory of weak interactions. Everybody rushed to work on the subject, with an eagerness reminding me of that following the discovery of fission in 1939, or of hightemperature superconductivity in recent years.[21] Fermi may have had some thoughts on the subject; he had occasionally cryptically remarked to me that nobody had ever inverted space (like a glove), transforming a left hand into a right one, but he left no written document of what he had in mind. I was deeply interested in the discovery of parity nonconservation and tried to read and understand the new papers on the subject that flooded the literature. Less agreeably, from a narrow and selfish point of view, I realized at once that the new discovery postponed the possibility of my winning the Nobel Prize; I was sure Lee and Yang would have priority. Tough luck, but there was nothing I could do.
In October came the announcement of the awarding of the Nobel Prize in physics to Lee and Yang. Nobody was surprised; it was an almost perfect opportunity to follow literally the wishes of Alfred Nobel as expressed in his will. I was curious whether the sages of Stockholm would also include C. S. Wu, but they did not. Many years later I was pleased when she won the important Wolf Prize.
In July 1958 I went to Geneva for an international scientific conference at CERN. At the same time there was a disarnt conference between United States and the USSR. Lawrence and Panofsky were among the American experts; Igor Tamm, whom I had come to know in Moscow, among the Russians. I met Tamm on the street and, knowing that we both liked hiking, I suggested we hike Mount Saleve, in France. He answered that he could not because he did not have his passport. Foolishly thinking that he had simply left it at his hotel, I said, "Let us go and fetch it." Tamm then explained to me that he did not have his passport because on his arrival the Soviet consul had impounded it. I blushed at my lack of tact in asking, and I am still amazed at a country that would take away the passport of one of its important
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delegates at an international conference, and that of a man of Tamm's stature.
I saw Lawrence only in passing. While he was in Geneva he had a serious recurrence of a colitis that had long afflicted him. He returned to Berkeley and went to Stanford University Hospital. I was worried by his condition and looked in a medical manual for information about his illness. I found that it is an insidious disease with acute periods alternating with remissions. The patient used to this cycle may delay an operation too long, until it becomes dangerous. I had read this when I heard the sad announcement of Lawrence's death on August 27, 1958, in circumstances similar to those described in the manual.
Lawrence was an intense, impulsive, optimistic, and very active individual, more a doer than a thinker, and a born leader of men. He was full of contradictions, which made him unpredictable. His personality was fundamentally generous and magnanimous, but he could occasionally be petty. His optimism and enthusiasm, basic ingredients to his success, led him sometimes beyond where he should have gone as a scientist. He enjoyed life to the full and drew great satisfaction from his scientific successes and those of his associates, but he also pursued childish ambitions of consorting with rich and powerful people. His political activity, the dark side of his life, is scarcely known to me. In his youth he started as a liberal in the midwestern tradition of Robert La Follette, as one might expect given his family origins; but he ended as a reactionary. I personally am grateful to him for the help and the opportunities he gave me.
At the beginning of 1957, Seaborg told me that he thought Lawrence's nomination would he indispensable for the awarding of the Nobel Prize to anyone working in the Rad Lab. I said that I would not speak to Lawrence on this subject, but that if he, Seaborg, would do it, I would be grateful. A few weeks later, Lawrence's secretary, without a word, showed me, on Lawrence's orders, a letter from Stockholm acknowledging receipt of my nomination by Lawrence. No word on the subject passed between us.
Also in 1958, I was given the Hofmann medal of the German Chemical Society. At first I was uncertain whether or not to accept it, given
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recent German history, but I decided, I believe correctly, to do so. It was a high distinction, and I liked being recognized by chemists. I went to Wiesbaden at the end of September 1958 to receive the medal at the meeting of the Gesellschaft Deutscher Naturforscher und Ärzte. It is a big affair, with scientists of all specialties and also philosophers. I spoke, in German, on a subject I was interested in—that is, on systems similar to atoms, but constituted of particles different from electrons and ordinary nuclei, something on the borderline between spectroscopy and chemistry.[22] At Wiesbaden I found Otto Hahn, with whom I renewed an old friendship. We sat next to each other in the front row at a conference addressed by the philosopher Karl Jaspers, who had attracted a huge crowd. The speaker was rather theatrical and, I thought, tried to look like the old Goethe, but I did not have the impression he said much. Hahn had fallen asleep, but at a certain point Jaspers started attacking science and scientists. Exactly at that moment, Hahn woke up, turned to me, and said: "By scientists, he means you and me."
The death of Lawrence necessitated the appointment of a new director for the Radiation Laboratory. The obvious choice was Edwin McMillan. He belonged to Lawrence's old guard, he was an eminent physicist who had greatly contributed to the laboratory's success, he was a distinguished accelerator's expert, and he was well liked by most of the personnel. He lacked Lawrence's charisma, but that could hardly be duplicated.
Under McMillan, the laboratory changed its name, becoming the Lawrence Berkeley Laboratory (LBL), while the laboratory in Livermore became the Livermore Lawrence Laboratory (LLL). The administration became less capricious than it had been under the creator of the lab, but also less enthusiastic and more bureaucratic. McMillan's assignment was tough. The unavoidable comparisons with his predecessor and the implacable personal hostility of Alvarez, who antagonized him constantly, added to the difficulties.
I spent a good part of 1958 in Rome as a Guggenheim Fellow. In applying for the fellowship, I gave Franco Rasetti as one of my references; a couple of weeks later, I received a letter from the Foundation asking me for a letter of recommendation for Rasetti, who had also
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applied and had given my name as a reference. The accident was comic, but also embarrassing, and I wrote to the Foundation explaining our predicament and innocence of collusion in the matter. We both received fellowships, and later I served for many years as a consultant to the Foundation.
I devoted the time of my fellowship to the preparation of the two volumes of Fermi's collected papers. Since he had died at such an unfortunately early age, there still were many witnesses who were able to write valid historical introductions to individual papers. I took responsibility for the organization of this work. I felt an obligation, having been close to Fermi in Italy as well as in America, and I remembered, without wanting to make ridiculous comparisons, that Maxwell had edited Cavendish's collected papers and Marie Curie those of her husband. The job required considerable time and effort even with the help of other members of the editorial committee; Amaldi, Anderson, Persico, Rasetti, and Wattenberg carried a substantial part of the load, as did several outsiders. The biographical introduction I wrote for Fermi's collected papers served me as the basis for his biography, which I published ten years later.[23]
On January 19, 1959, the University of Palermo gave me an honorary degree, which I highly appreciated. On the occasion I visited Palermo for the first time since the war. The city had greatly deteriorated and the elegant surroundings of our house at the beginning of Viale della Libertà had badly decayed. I saw again the Istituto fisico in Via Archirafi and several of my old Sicilian friends. After our stay in Palermo, we toured Sicily once more and visited Syracuse, which we did not yet know.
A little later, in February, I had to go to Scandinavia. I was invited to visit Bohr's Institute in Copenhagen, and to Stockholm and Oslo to lecture for Nordira, an association of Scandinavian universities. I was thus able to see Bohr again, as well as the two Siegbahns, father and son,[24] Oskar Klein and other colleagues. I had a friendly reception everywhere, and I suspected that I had not been invited solely to show me the wintery attractions of Scandinavia.
On my way back I stopped at Hamburg, where I lectured on February
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16, 1959, on the invitation of W. Jentschke, a physicist I had befriended in Urbana in 1952 and who later became director of CERN. I spoke at the old Stern Institute, where I had worked about thirty years earlier. In the audience were some professors who had been Stern's assistants; I knew they had become zealous Nazis under Hitler and avoided them.
By chance I had read a newspaper advertisement placed by a detective who specialized in locating people. Out of curiosity, I wrote to him a few days before my arrival in Hamburg, asking him to find my old girlfriend, "I." All I had to go by were her maiden name and her address in the 1930s, but for a very modest fee the detective supplied me with her married name, address, and telephone number, as well as a description of her husband, his profession, and their financial and family situation. Immediately after the detective left my Hamburg hotel, I called her number. She answered herself, and I did not have the impression she was excessively surprised. We made an appointment to see each other the next day, and when we met we spoke about some of the past and little of the present. She did not believe in the reality of the Nazi crimes, which, in an intelligent person, astounded me. The denial can be only explained by the terrible difficulty of facing the facts. She had two daughters, whom I did not see. A few years later they sent me a printed announcement of the death of their mother.
On my return to Italy, in March 1959, I attended an award ceremony for old employees of SCT, my father's paper mill, and I was asked to confer the medals. I deeply appreciated being chosen for this as the representative of the family.
When I returned to Berkeley, the date for the announcement of the Nobel prizes was approaching and some Swedish journalists called me from New York asking for biographical details. I was high in the balloting of the awarding committee, they said. That year, contrary to all precedents, the Nobel committee had leaked information to the press about a week before the final vote. Thus they kept me, and other hopefuls who had been named, on tenterhooks for a week. Finally, on October 26, I heard the announcement on the radio, and shortly thereafter I received an official telegram. Needless to say, before the announcement I did not know if and how a prize given for the antiproton
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would be divided between Chamberlain, myself, Wiegand, and Ypsilantis, since the paper reporting the discovery had been signed by all four of us in alphabetical order. The Swedish Academy of Sciences decided to award the prize to Chamberlain and myself. Chamberlain was at Harvard at the time, and he telephoned me to plan the speeches we would give at Stockholm. I left the choice to him, and he asked to speak about the technique followed in revealing the antiproton, leaving to me the consequences of the discovery. I willingly agreed.
The trip to Stockholm was more or less the same as that of all other laureates, very interesting and satisfactory. The three children accompanied us. Amelia had caught poison oak a few days earlier, and her face was badly swollen. I told her that if she did not scratch herself, she would most likely recover before the time of the ceremonies. So it was. I always admired the willpower of the little lady.
Following tradition, I gave a short speech of thanks on behalf of all the laureates at the royal banquet that celebrated the awarding of the prizes.[25] As I have observed elsewhere, I had borrowed my friend Ancona's tailcoat for the occasion. I had also obtained a white waistcoat that had been used by several Berkeley Nobel Prize winners from McMillan, who asked me to sign it. One of its wearers even told the king of Sweden the story, saying: "Sir, please look carefully at this waistcoat. You have seen it repeatedly." At the royal dinner I had a most interesting conversation with the king, who knew Italy very well indeed.
Later in the evening, at the students' dance, I had to give a second speech. Here is what I said:
Students, Ladies and Gentlemen:
Although we have a poet in our midst [Salvatore Quasimodo], who would be far more eloquent than I can be, I have been chosen to answer your gracious and heartfelt greeting, and I will do my best.
We Nobel laureates, although we work in widely diverse fields, share at least one thing in common: we spend a good part of our life teaching and working with students and young people like you, the new generation on which the future depends. Usually we are before you to discuss our special fields of interest. Tonight we may well speak to you in broader terms.
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It has almost become a custom to tell animal fables on this occasion. Two years ago perhaps you heard a wise Oriental one from my friends Lee and Yang. I do not know the origin of the one I am going to tell you. Perhaps it is Swedish, and so you may already have heard it. The person who taught it to me was an old Quaker lady from Pennsylvania [Lorenzo Emo's grandmother].
Two frogs were leaping and frolicking in a meadow when they spied a strange object. Being curious, they decided to investigate it, and the way frogs investigate things is by jumping into them.
In this particular object they found themselves very much at home, because it was a pail full of milk. For a time they had a splendid time swimming about. Then they felt tired and began to seek solid ground, because, as you know, frogs cannot live indefinitely in a liquid.
Much to their consternation they found that there was no island in this pond of milk. Panic-stricken, they tried to jump out of the pail, but the walls were too high and too slick and they fell back. Again they jumped and fell back, and then again and again. The situation became more and more desperate.
At last one of the frogs gave up. The walls were far too high, the surfaces far too smooth to climb up, he reasoned. Clearly there was no hope. He fell back and drowned.
The other frog, perhaps a little less intelligent, but far more stubborn and persistent, continued jumping. Over and over he leaped up and fell back. He was at the point of complete exhaustion and nearly resigned to joining his fellow.
And then he felt something firm and hard under his legs. A little island of butter was forming. With a few more jumps, he churned an island that was big enough so that he could rest and then jump out of the pail, and so he was saved.
I leave the moral to you, but it must be a powerful one because I still remember the old Quaker lady of Pennsylvania telling me the story in 1940, during the darkest days of the war.
I always liked the story, which I fancied reminiscent of my own experience. On this occasion my audience bestowed on me the "Order of the always smiling and jumping little frog."
I had time to see Oskar Klein and Lise Meitner (by then rather aged) in Stockholm. I also went to Uppsala to Kai Siegbahn's institute to give a lecture, but I had to hurry to Rome for SCT business.
I have always regretted that neither my parents, my uncle Claudio,
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Corbino, nor Fermi were able to see me getting the prize. My parents' satisfaction would very likely have exceeded my own. I can hardly imagine that of Uncle Claudio, who gave me a pair of gold cufflinks simply because I had received a superior grade in a mechanics exam. By now I had all the public recognition I could hope for; self-esteem is something else. I believe I never got a swollen head. That there is no honor that can affect my accomplishments is a hard fact I have always kept in mind.
The reason for the prestige of the Nobel Prize for physics is that, all told, it has been given well. This does not mean that there have not been some lucky mediocrities who have received it and some eminent deserving scientists who have been passed over. For the former, it was a stroke of luck; for the latter, apart from worldly disappointment, it is unimportant. Persons such as Einstein, Planck, Rutherford, and Bohr have given the award its prestige. If one or more of them had not received it, the loss would have been entirely to the prestige of the prize, not to them. Considering all the laureates, one can divide them into three groups: one group has given prestige to the prize, one has been exalted by it, and one has more or less broken even.
In the nominations for Nobel Prizes or other important awards, the decision is easy when there are truly extraordinary candidates, but even there, the diversity of the fields in physics may make some choices difficult, and I have found that there have been some glaring omissions, such as that of G. E. Uhlenbeck and S. A. Goudsmit, who discovered the electron spin.
The monetary value of the prize was initially very substantial, corresponding to about fifteen times the yearly salary of a distinguished professor. In 1959 it amounted to $21,184 for each of us, and my net annual salary at the time was about $13,000. Of course, the prize also provides many less tangible advantages: invitations, prestige among one's colleagues, the chance to be on various committees, numerous opportunities to serve as an ornamental plant, and even some minor monetary advantages. At Berkeley, in recent years, one is even given a private parking place on campus!
There are also drawbacks: one automatically becomes an oracle on
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every topic, and one is subject to distractions from work and difficulties with jealous colleagues or collaborators. Above all, sensible persons, which Nobel Prize winners usually are, know that what counts is their work.
"Emilio, you could take all your work and exchange it for one paper of Dirac's and you would gain substantially in the trade," Fermi once said to me. I knew this to be true, of course, but I answered: "I agree, but you could likewise trade yours for one of Einstein's and come out ahead." After a short pause, Fermi assented. I know of scientists who cannot resign themselves to being inferior to contemporaries, with dire consequences for their personalities and happiness.
Finally, being a celebrity may give rise to amusing episodes. For example, at the time of the discovery of the antiproton, I happened to read an article in the New Yorker in which Salvador Dali said he had abandoned Freud, and that his "father" was now Heisenberg and his credo the uncertainty principle. In particular, he had painted or was about to paint an antiprotonic madonna. I then wrote to him and sent him some beautiful pictures of antiproton stars in photographic emulsions, saying that I was curious as to how he visualized antiprotons. He did not answer. Shortly after receiving the Nobel Prize, I was in New York at Robert Serber's house at a cocktail party with several physicist friends. During the party George Placzek and I modeled a mink cape I had bought for Elfriede, with everybody laughing merrily. In this joking mood I said I would look up Dali and see him before leaving New York. Everybody laughed at the idea, but the next day I found Dali's address and telephoned him at the hotel where he lived, explaining who I was and reminding him of the photos I had sent to him.
He was most friendly and invited me to come to see him at 8:30 that evening. Given the time, I thought this was after dinner, and I ate before going to the appointment. I called him from the lobby of his hotel, and he came down very shortly. I had started having doubts about what would happen next and thought that perhaps he might want to amaze me in some way or other. I therefore hid behind a column from where I would be able to see him immediately, but he would have to look for me for a few seconds at least. I counted on this interval to
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prepare myself in case he had something up his sleeve. Indeed, he arrived with his moustache stiffly pointing upward, a thin cane, and strange attire that seemed a caricature. I looked at him from my hiding place for a fraction of a minute and then greeted him in the most natural way, without showing the slightest surprise. "What language shall we speak?" he asked. "Any," I replied, as if I knew them all. By now we were competing in one-upmanship. We settled on French, mixed with much English. It turned out that Dali, who was accompanied by his attractive and interesting wife Gala (whose history I did not know), intended to invite me to dinner. I did not say I had already eaten but ate once more, lightly. After a while, it must have been apparent that the competition in one-upmanship was a draw, and the game subsided.
Dali explained to me that he was truly interested in modern physics and that he had read several articles in the Scientific American , which was obvious from the way he spoke of quanta, the uncertainty principle, antimatter, and so on. All these ideas had, however, suffered a sea change in his mind that I could not grasp, but that was obviously sincere and interesting. His paintings of soft watches bending and dripping as if they were cheese had hidden physical and psychic meaning for him. He explained to me that the madonna he had painted was "antiprotonic" because only the annihilation of matter could give sufficient force to propel a woman to heaven. As he spoke I became convinced that he had a way of seeing the world different from that of a scientist, certainly more subjective, but also valid in its own terms. We then passed to artistic technique. He said he painted many hours a day, slowly and with extreme care. "If you look at my paintings with a magnifying glass, you will discover many things, because I often paint using a magnifying glass, and details are almost invisible without it." I hoped that he might give me a drawing in exchange for what I had sent him, but instead he sent me a book of reproductions of his work with a dedication. I regretted not having read the book before our meeting; it also contained the whole history of his wife Gala. She had listened to our lively conversation, speaking only rarely, mostly helping us when we searched for words, but I saw she was his constant model and obviously in many ways an inspiration.
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In March 1960 I gave the Faculty Research Lecture at Berkeley, for which I had been selected before receiving the Nobel Prize. This lecture is a high local honor conferred on members of the Berkeley faculty by their colleagues.[26] Following the lecture, I was on the selection committee for ten years or so, and there, contrary to what had happened on other Berkeley committees, I saw a certain spirit of partisanship based on disciplines. Ultimately, on Alvarez's suggestion, the Berkeley Academic Senate resolved to appoint two faculty research lecturers yearly, one for the humanities and one for science.
The year 1960 was saddened by several tragedies. On April 23, Cornelius Bakker perished in an airplane accident. We had been friends since 1930, when we collaborated in Zeeman's laboratory. After the war Bakker had visited me in Berkeley, and we had even conducted a small investigation together. He had later become the director general of CERN, and I had visited him at Geneva. Amaldi and Bernardini thought of nominating me as his successor at CERN. I was somewhat surprised, but I agreed to stand for the appointment. The CERN directorship would have given me a new activity that at my age and at that phase of my career appealed to me. However, the nomination was received coolly and a campaign for another person was immediately started; I then withdrew my candidature.
A few months later an unexpected blow struck us. Our dear friend Francis Jenkins, who had helped us so much in difficult times, and to whom we were very close, fell incurably ill and died. During the summer, Elfriede and the children had gone on a tour of New Mexico, revisiting Los Alamos. I did not leave Berkeley because I knew of Jenkins's condition and wanted to be on hand in case I could in any way be of help. I wrote a deeply felt obituary and spoke at his memorial service. In 1967 his wife, Henriette, also died, to our deep sorrow.
In the autumn of 1960, the Rockefeller Foundation invited me to go to Nigeria for that country's independence proclamation, scheduled for October 1. It was a unique opportunity, and Elfriede and I stayed there for about three weeks as guests of Ibadan University. It was my first trip to Africa, and I knew very little about it. I bought light clothes suited to the climate and a pith helmet of the kind once usual in Africa,
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but I was told on arrival to suppress this headgear at once, as it was considered a symbol of colonialism. After our first official dinner, with everybody formally dressed in black tie, I was surprised when the ladies retired and the men went to urinate on the host's lawn.
One evening while touring the country, we visited the Oba of Benin, who lived in a big mud palace, together with his court, which included many wives and about fifty children. The anthropologist M. J. Herskovits, who was also in the party, asked the Oba many questions on justice and law in Benin, and how he reconciled them with British law and the religious commandments of the several prevailing faiths. The Oba had been educated in England, spoke the language well, wrote with a modern fountain pen, and had inscribed photographs of several members of the English Royal Family. He complained about his children, who all wanted to go to Eton, an expense he could not afford. As he spoke, some of these children showed up stark naked in the reception hall, only to be promptly dismissed.
After a while the Oba politely hinted that he had enough of the anthropologist's questions and turned to me, saying that he knew I was a physics professor and hoped I could help him to clear up the confusion he felt when they told him the earth was spherical, while old traditions said it was fiat and so it appeared to him. Furthermore, he could not understand how the sun disappeared every day from a certain part of the horizon and reappeared on the opposite side the next morning. I tried as best as I could to explain these mysteries to him, and he then passed to the moon. How far was it? Would the Americans or the Russians arrive there first? On the moon's distance I gave him some information, but I refused to predict who would arrive there first. On my return to Berkeley I bought an illustrated astronomy book for young people for the Oba. I did not want to offend him, however, so I sent it to him with a letter to the effect that I thought it might interest some of the children I had seen at his court.
At the proclamation of independence, the man slated to become the first prime minister of independent Nigeria, Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, made a speech that impressed me greatly for his realism, and
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equilibrium. He pointed out grave problems facing the new nation and some of the necessary remedies. Within a few months he was murdered.
In my academic career, I long avoided administrative work. This was easy to do, but I nevertheless ended up shouldering many responsibilities in this field too, especially in later years. As a rule I have accepted assignments if asked to by the university, the government, or some other public institution, but I never strove to join boards, directorates, committees, and so on. Since there are always many people eager to serve in such offices, those who do not show a keen interest in the jobs do not get them.
However, at the University of California at Berkeley I have ended by serving on most
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