In the 1910 census of Springhill township, Wilson County: on Upper Black Creek Road, farmer Calvin Sutton, 54 wife Sylvania, 58 daughter Hattie Taylor, 33 and grandchildren Olivia, 9, Viola, 7, Lillie M., 5, Georgiana, 4, and Mittie, 2 plus adopted grandson Frank McNeal, 16.Ĭalvin Sutton died in Great Swamp township, Wayne County.
In the 1900 census of Springhill township, Wilson County: farmer Calvin Sutton, 45 wife Silvania, 49 and children George, 18, Walter, 16, Mary, 13, and Roscoe, 10. and Josephin, 1 mother Dolly, 55 brothers Dallow, 18, and Henry, 16 and sister Mary, 12. In the 1880 census of Black Creek township, Wilson County: farmer Calvin Sutton, 25 wife Silvania, 26 children Hattie, 3, and twins Joel B. On 23 December 1875, Calvin Sutton, 21, married Sylvania Simmons, 22, in Wayne County. Polly Watson cemetery under a low winter sun.įather Calvin Sutton Born 1858 Gone But Not Forgotten This photo taken in December 2019 depicts a recent rough cut, with sedge broom mowed to the ground and weedy trees chopped and stacked in brush piles. In “ Half-Earth” he recommended setting aside half the world’s land to assure survival of our yet undiscovered genetic treasures.This poorly maintained cemetery is just outside Wilson County in Wayne County, but many of the dozens buried here were Wilson County residents. Millions upon millions of species, he warned, remained unidentified yet potentially lost forever. He pleaded for conservation efforts to preserve wildlife habitats and halt the extinction of species. Toward the end of the century, Wilson achieved renown in the newly ascendant field of ecology. (Wilson had won previously in the same category for “On Human Nature” - his two awards an astonishing triumph for a scientist.) Likewise, the author fails to subject Wilson’s “ On Human Nature,” in which the biologist explores the connections between genetic and cultural evolution, to tough-minded scrutiny.Īn unabashed Wilson enthusiast, Rhodes reveals that he was the primary advocate for Wilson on the Pulitzer jury that recommended the general nonfiction prize go to “ The Ants,” a comprehensive tome intended for scientists. But it seems to me that Wilson’s theorizing in this classic nature-nurture debate clearly weights the scales toward something close to genetic determinism. Rhodes implicitly sides with Wilson, arguing that the scientist’s effort to root all animal behavior, including that of humans, in genetics was misunderstood.
At a scientific conference in Washington, protesters doused him with ice water, chanting “Wilson, you’re all wet!” This time, Harvard geneticist Richard Lewontin led the charge. He was accused of giving a green light to eugenics, racism, and the socio-economic status quo. His previous work on insect social behavior had been lauded, but his 1975 book, “ Sociobiology: The New Synthesis,” provoked a firestorm. Wilson’s focus on evolution, however, would prove troublesome in the wider public arena. Wilson remembers this brilliant but arrogant and rude man as “the most unpleasant human being I have ever met.” Watson, a Nobel Prize winner, harrumphed that Wilson was nothing but an old-fashioned “stamp collector?” (Ironically, Wilson previously had helped persuade the department to hire this adversary, despite his abrasive personality.) Eventually, in a win-win decision, evolutionary biology and molecular biology split into separate departments. When James Watson, co-discoverer of the structure of DNA, joined the Harvard faculty, the battle was on. To his credit, Rhodes conveys useful background information on what Wilson termed the “molecular wars.” Looming on the horizon, though, lay a challenge from the hot new field of molecular biology. In this first phase of his career, he concentrated on linking insect field work and classification to evolutionary theory. As a young assistant professor, he was almost lured away to Stanford - by a visit from its dean and president! - until Harvard matched the poachers’ offer and granted him tenure.
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Wilson would make Harvard, possessor of the largest ant collection in the world, his professional home. He was given lab space and became a sort of departmental mascot. When he first arrived on campus, he knocked on the biology department chair’s door and showed him his large insect collection. The truth is, this whiz-kid saved himself. In Wilson’s autobiography, he claimed that perennial football power the University of Alabama had “saved” him.
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