OSU English Dept Memorial of J.F. Buckley.
JF Buckley
Susan Delagrange, Assistant Professor
Jim catered his own wake. Anxious that we
might huddle in morose little clusters, he
arranged for cheese, crackers, fruit, and wine
during calling hours. A friend asked how
many people he thought might be there.
“I don’t know. Two?”
Of course, there were more than a hundred,
come to celebrate a life well and passionately
lived.
Jim began his third career when he joined the
English Department and the faculty at OSU
Mansfield in 1995. For 23 years, he worked
for Rockwell, Inc. in Jamestown, NY, where he
served as union steward and chair of U.A.W.
Local 338. He pursued his second career as a
stockbroker for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter
while completing a BS in Business and Public
Relations and an MA in English from SUNY
Fredonia, and a PhD in English from The Ohio
State University in 1993.
Teaching, it turned out, was what he had
been waiting for his whole life. He loved and
respected his students enough to demand
much of them, and after their first shocked
immersion in his literary and theoretical
worlds, they returned his love and respect by
rising to his expectations, producing sparkling
work, and asking for letters of recommendation
for graduate schools, writing programs, and
law schools around the country. And he was
my teacher too. He said that the overheated
atmosphere of graduate school was the
most intensely gratifying of his life, and as I
considered returning for a PhD, he gentled
me into the current conversations of critical
thought, and then poked and prodded me
intellectually as I grappled with Foucault and
Butler and the glories of rhetoric.
He was good at poking and prodding. Jim
did not compartmentalize his life, and his
identity as a gay man was front and center
in his classroom, in his scholarship, and in
his astounding commitment to service. He
was a fierce, sometimes intemperate foe
of discrimination of any stripe, but most
particularly discrimination based on sex or
gender. He felt the anguish of every heterosexist
or homophobic slight, intentional or not. Jim
was the “conscience of the campus.” Among
his many initiatives, he started and chaired the
campus Diversity Committee, helped found
and advised the LBGT Student Association,
and organized a C.A.R.E. Symposium on
Hate Crimes and Sexual Orientation. For his
teaching of tolerance, inside and outside
the classroom, Jim received the Humanities
Diversity Enhancement Award in 2005. To
honor Jim’s commitment, the faculty at OSU
Mansfield established the J.F. Buckley Memorial
Scholarship for Sexuality Studies, which will
provide up to $1,000 each year to an OSU
Mansfield student pursuing the sexuality
studies minor.
Jim read (and remembered) voraciously. He
insisted that his huge library (each volume of
which he had read, cover to cover, at least once)
be given away to the Department’s graduate
students, remembering the books he wanted
but couldn’t afford in graduate school. Still,
he believed that life’s most important lessons
could be learned from the mythic American
heroes of Westerns like Shane. Toward the end,
he had a special fondness for the dignity and
humility of John Wayne in The Shootist. Jim’s
ashes will be buried in Cherry Creek, NY, where
he grew up, and scattered in the wild Maine
woods he loved.
Susan Delagrange, a dear friend and colleague of Jim’s at OSU-Mansfield, wrote a remembrance of him for the 2009 edition of english@osu. Thank you, Susan, for writing this and for permitting us to include it on Jim’s site. It says so much about Jim–and about you. It is wonderful. EP
By: Elizabeth on July 29, 2009
at 9:32 pm
The sunflowers that Jim loved are now twelve feet high and surrounded by American goldfinches. Jim loved this view–one of the last he saw at my house. The flowers and birds bring such joy–and are also such difficult reminders of our approaching anniversary.
This site continues to be visited regularly–27 times on one day this month. Thank you all for your contributions to it–and thank you, Tom, especially, for creating it and for your continued help with it.
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Jimmer, I miss you. I think of you, appreciate you, gain strength from you, and love you as much as ever. We all do. I know you are there and that you always will be in your own wise, funny, angry, loving, brilliant, brave, supportive, utterly devoted way. You. Like no one else. Elizabeth
By: Elizabeth on July 29, 2009
at 9:40 pm
Many thanks to all of you–wonderful sentiments. My baby bro would have been 63 on the 2nd, and as the “anniversary” of his passing fast approaches, I think of him more & more. I wish I had known him as well as you did–and in the same way–Love to all
By: Mary Lou Buckley-Janis on July 30, 2009
at 11:33 am
Jim and Michele are sitting on the edge, with their feet dangling off, looking down on us, and cracking each other up, I’m sure.
Thinking of you both.
XO
Steve
By: Steve A on July 31, 2009
at 7:34 pm