Blum, Robert W.

Robert W. Blum

On the day that I graduated Howard Medical School, my parents gave me a laminated plaque of a paper I wrote in the third grade: “When I Grow Up I Want to Be a Doctor.” Why I wanted to be a doctor I have no idea; though I did not come from a medical family, it was something that was always there. I chose Howard for all the wrong reasons. Having grown up in an upper-middle-class Jewish community in New York City, I went to a small high school and a liberal arts college that were extensions of my urban upbringing. In college I became politically active, and for medical school I wanted an environment different from my childhood experiences. Howard and D.C. fit the bill. The Vietnam War was in full swing, and the Embassy of South Vietnam was up the street from where I lived. It seemed that ...

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