Courtesy of St. Mary’s Academy, 1969–1970 Yearbook
During my senior year at St. Mary’s, Daddy “presented” me (top middle) at the Owl Club cotillion, a debutante ball for accomplished black high school girls. I felt totally out of place, since I had already transitioned to being a college student, taking classes at the University of Denver.
Courtesy of the Denver Public Library, Western History Collection; photo by Burnis McCloud
My father said that I couldn’t live in the dorm because “he knew what went on in there.” So I pledged Alpha Chi Omega. Here I am (back, right), pictured with my sisters.
Courtesy of the Archives and Special Collections, Penrose Library, University of Denver
As an assistant dean at the University of Denver, Daddy was the liaison to students during the raucous Vietnam War demonstrations, such as this one on Denver’s Carnegie Field in 1971.
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I thought I’d found the man I wanted to marry, Rick Upchurch (center), a wide receiver for the Denver Broncos. He is pictured here with Rubin Carter, the Broncos’ nose tackle, and my father, who is holding two-year-old Brian, the son of wide receiver Haven Moses and my good friend Joyce.
After deciding to abandon my dream of being a concert pianist, I wandered into a course in international politics taught by Josef Korbel (center). In one of those odd coincidences, the man who opened up the world of Soviet studies to me was the father of Madeleine Albright. Here I am (leaning forward) in Dr. Korbel’s “Comparative Communism” class.
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I received my PhD in August 1981 with a job offer from Stanford in hand. That morning, Daddy gave me a set of classic books that Granddaddy Rice had purchased during the Great Depression, despite his modest means. It remains one of the proudest moments of my life.
Stokely Carmichael (seated) was a regular speaker in my father’s courses and even at an adult education seminar at virtually all-white Montview Boulevard Presbyterian Church in Denver. This radical black activist was a good friend of the family.
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At Stanford, I developed a close circle of friends, including Randy Bean (center), Chip Blacker (left), and Louis Olave (right). My father loved Chip and Louis’s dinners, followed by music played on Louis’s amped-up stereo.
Courtesy of Chip Blacker and Louis Olave
Jendayi Frazer was a sophomore in one of my first classes at Stanford and, later, my first PhD student. She would go on to become the Africa specialist at the NSC, ambassador to South Africa, and the assistant secretary for African affairs at the State Department.
I first flew aboard Air Force One while working for President George H. W. Bush. Here is my maiden voyage in April 1989 on the way to the President’s historic speech in Hamtramck, Michigan, welcoming revolutionary events in Poland.
George Bush Presidential Library and Museum
I first met Gen. Colin Powell while I was working for the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the Pentagon. He was serving as deputy national security advisor for President Reagan, and this first meeting gave rise to a friendship that I value to this day.
Office of the Joint Chiefs of Staff
During one of our nightly phone conversations long after my mother’s death, Daddy told me he planned to remarry. His intended bride was Clara Bailey, a principal in the Ravenswood School District. I couldn’t have been happier for him, and I was thrilled to have the chance to travel back to California for the wedding.
When we scheduled the Malta Summit for December 1989, we didn’t account for the weather. Here I am trying to hold on aboard the Maxim Gorky, a Soviet cruise ship.
Rice Personal Collection
Here I am greeting Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev during the 1990 Washington Summit. Gorbachev was losing control of the revolution he had unleashed; the Soviet Union would cease to exist less than eighteen months after this picture was taken.
George Bush Presidential Library and Museum
A close mentor and friend, Gen. Brent Scowcroft (right) invited me to work at the National Security Council, where he served as national security advisor to President George H. W. Bush. Here we are toward the end of my service, standing with Brent’s deputy, Bob Gates, who would later serve as secretary of defense.
George Bush Presidential Library and Museum
After returning to Stanford, I provided on-air commentary for ABC News about Soviet affairs. I was pleased to learn that the President, pictured here at Kennebunkport, was still interested in my advice.
George Bush Presidential Library and Museum
President Bush successfully led the United States and its allies through the uncharted territory of ending the Cold War. He and Mrs. Barbara Bush have been wonderful mentors and friends. Here we enjoy a common love of tennis while vacationing at his summer home in Maine.
Rice Personal Collection
Daddy was so proud to see his daughter working for the President of the United States. Here we stand with President Bush and First Lady Barbara Bush in 1992.
George Bush Presidential Library and Museum
When I was Stanford’s provost, President Gerhard Casper and I led efforts to reform undergraduate education, establishing freshman and sophomore seminars. I loved teaching these small classes, such as this one on the Soviet Union.
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When budget cuts forced me to make difficult decisions, Chicano students set up a tent city on the Quad and staged a hunger strike. Here, Gerhard (left) and I face the students in front of our offices.
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