William H. Tucker

I miss our genuine exchanges. You are the real deal, and every time I hear a song, or we can article, or see something that you and I would have exchanged with each other, I think fondly of you. I don´t know if there´s an afterlife, and I don´t know if my thoughts of you and my memories of you or just that, or if they are connections but either way, you have added to my life and for that I will be eternally grateful

Dear Monica and Family- My heart is broken to learn of Bill's passing. It would be impossible to put into words the impact he had on my life. Everything changed for me after Dr. Tucker was my first Rutgers prof; my life became about modelling what he taught me about how to be a person, professor, and compassionate human.
My deepest condolences to you all, Kelly Anthony

Dear Monica, friends and family of Bill,

I just learned of Bill's death and want to extend my condolences to all. I knew Bill back in his Princeton days when we were both active in the antiwar movement and leftist politics. I reconnected with Bill at a Princeton Symposium on SDS radicals then and now a decade or so ago and I was privileged to read an early manuscript of his book on the same subject. Bill was a wonderful person who believed and fought for social justice his entire life. He will be remembered, but he will be missed

The attached photos depict Bill at the aforementioned symposium and at an IDA demonstration in Princeton circa 1968. I believe Bill is the gentlemen in the center looking left.

Dear Monica - I am so sad to learn if Bill´s passing. Although I didn´t know him long, I was quite touched by his gentleness, intelligence and his humanity. What a good, dear man.

I´m sorry to say I will have to miss his Celebration of Life at Rutgers Saturday, but my heart will be there. What a wonderful tribute to a man who dedicated his life to higher education. I will be in touch. Jo

Bill and I (using the present tense since he´s always alive in my heart and mind) are buds with deep roots.
Not my brother by birth but my bro by life. Both secular Jewish Long Island boys of the 1950s who quite separately grew up loving rhythm and blues and hating racism in all its manifestations!
As first year Princeton fellowship students we both became grad student leaders of Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) ... we each became leading members of the Progressive Labor Party-led Worker Student Alliance and helped organize the largest anti-Vietnam, anti-Apartheid demo Princeton had ever seen.
Billy was among the most brilliant minds with the biggest heart and soul... we became best friend brothers during those years. He was smart enough not to be kicked out of Princeton, unlike me who had to be academically redeemed by a sympathetic prof at Columbia who gave me a fellowship to complete my grad work there.
Bill and I were so poor in those days that we relished the cheapest meal that he would fix for us both: chicken livers over white rice... delish!
And then our lives diverged as I moved to Manhattan while Bill was becoming an academic star. We both acted on our antiracist life missions but in different ways... Billy wrote great academic works exposing the eugenics lies of too many mainstream socalled scholars while I practiced my egalitarian philosophy by organizing as a NY teacher and a Queens community activist.
Around 2005-2006, we reconnected and my wife Nilda and I became good friends of Bill and Monica ... and even with his passing we still are good friends.
I always like to say that grief is a measure of love that lasts as long as we do... and we all love Bill (Billy Boy) Tucker