“I think we’ll help the alcoholic more if we can first recognize that he is primarily a human being – afflicted with human nature.”
A ward of their own
By 1945, AA had spread across the country, but many hospitals still refused to admit alcoholics. Dr. Silkworth, now in his seventies and still at Towns, helped start something new: a ward for alcoholics at Knickerbocker Hospital, a general hospital in Harlem.
The first patient arrived on Easter Sunday, 1945. The ward ran on AA’s ideas. Patients stayed five days, at $10 a day in 1946. AA members volunteered as orderlies and came to visit, and when a patient went home, his sponsor met him and took him to a meeting.
One small room, with six beds, picked up a nickname: Duffy’s Tavern.
Silkworth was assisted by a nurse, Teddy R., whom Bill W. called “our red-headed powerhouse nurse.” He kept working with alcoholics until his death in March 1951.
It’s Easter Sunday, 1945, at Knickerbocker Hospital in Harlem. The first patient has just arrived at a new ward for alcoholics. The doctor is William Silkworth, now in his seventies.
The ward runs on AA’s ideas. Patients stay five days. Sober AA members work as orderlies, and visit, and tell their own stories. When a patient goes home, his sponsor is waiting to take him to a meeting.
One small room, with six beds, picks up a nickname: Duffy’s Tavern.
Silkworth has seen what works. Before AA, he says, the usual cure helped about two alcoholics in a hundred. With AA, he has told doctors, it works for about half.
He keeps at it almost to the end. When he dies, in March 1951, AA’s Grapevine reckons he has talked with fifty-one thousand alcoholics.