Dwight Clark, who is pictured on the left, above, was not, at any point in his life, a football player, although there was a hugely successful football player who had that very same name. You can look up the "other" Dwight Clark on Wikipedia, if you'd like to verify this fact.
The non-football player Dwight Clark - the one pictured at the top of this blog posting, and below - was an extraordinary person, and he had an outsized impact on my life. The statement that I have reproduced below was originally published online by Volunteers In Asia, a group Dwight formed during the time I was an undergraduate student at Stanford. This blog posting is a salute to Dwight. I will add some personal commentary at the end.
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Dwight Delong Clark
January 21, 1934 — February 22, 2026

Dwight Clark, a long-time Stanford fixture who founded two cultural exchange organizations for young people in Asia and the US, was born in Great Bend, Kansas to Dwight Delong Clark, Sr. and Ruth Bales Clark. The family moved to Fort Collins, Colorado, where Dwight excelled as a student, youth leader, news radio host and writer. He graduated from high school as student body president, one of four winners nationally in a Voice of Democracy audio-essay contest, and winner of a competition for radio announcing in Los Angeles.
Dwight entered Stanford University in 1952 and earned his bachelor’s and master’s degrees in political science. He became Dean of Freshman Men at Stanford and soon thereafter, Assistant Dean of Men. He led a group of Stanford students to Hong Kong in 1963 for a summer-long volunteer experience, setting Dwight’s course for the next 60 years.
In 1963, Dwight formed Volunteers in Asia, connecting college students with volunteer opportunities throughout Asia. Later, VIA added a reciprocal program bringing Asian students to the US for travel and learning experiences. Dwight retired as President of VIA in 2003 and created a new organization, Learning Across Borders, for student exchanges within Asia. Both organizations persist today, as does Parami University, the first liberal arts university for Myanmar students, with which Dwight was deeply involved.
Dwight became interested in pacifism and nonviolence early on. He was an organizer of the first anti-nuclear testing demonstration at Stanford in 1957 and arranged for Stanford students to register voters in the south in the early 1960s. Dwight maintained his simple lifestyle and Quaker connections throughout his life.
Dwight’s curiosity about people, their interests and motivations, made him an ideal mentor. He was a master of connecting people based on shared interests. His wisdom was dispensed through questions, and gentle encouragement. This genuine interest in others made him a marvelous friend, warm and generous, funny, always with a bright smile on his face.
Dwight is predeceased by his two brothers, John and Mark. Survivors include his sisters-in-law Susanne and Sandra Clark, and numerous nieces and nephews. Celebrations of Dwight’s life are scheduled for September 26-27, 2026, in Palo Alto, California.
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I am planning to attend one of the celebrations of life that will be held for Dwight in Palo Alto, my old hometown, in September. When I arrived at Stanford as a freshman, in the Fall of 1961, I was housed in Wilbur Hall, a large freshman dormitory (for men). Dwight was the Dean of Freshman Men, and lived in Wilbur Hall himself, and he took a personal interest in me (as he did, I think, in virtually all of those new Stanford students housed in Wilbur). I was in Arroyo House, and some of my best friends, as it turned out, were part of that first Volunteers in Asia group that was described above.
During my first years at Stanford, as U.S. involvement in Vietnam and Southeast Asia grew, I determined that I would oppose any effort to make me serve in the armed forces. I was, to recite some words from the laws governing the Selective Service System, "opposed to participation in war, in any form." Actually, to qualify as a "conscientious objector," entitled to undertake "alternative service," if drafted, a young Selective Service registrant had to be opposed to participation in war, in any form, by reason of his religious training or belief."
As it happened, the All Saints Episcopal Church in Palo Alto, where I had been baptized and confirmed, was not really prepared, in 1961 and in the years immediately thereafter, to provide any support or encouragement for young men like me, who were coming to realize the horrors of war, and that they would simply have to refuse to participate in war, in any way. Looking for those who rejected the war in which our nation was becoming ever more deeply enmeshed, I sought out the Quakers - at the Palo Alto Friends Meeting - about whom I knew almost nothing. I did know about the Quakers' "peace testimony," which is why I decided to go to the Palo Alto Friends Meeting - and that is where I met Dwight Clark in another context.
Dwight, whom I already admired from knowing him as the Dean of Freshmen Men, encouraged me to attend Quaker Meeting regularly, and he also urged me to take part in local demonstrations against the war. And so I did.
I did not enroll in the Volunteers In Asia summer programs headed by Dwight, but some of my closest friends did. They gave a good report of their VIA assignments, and since I knew Dwight, and since both he and some of my closest friends testified so strongly about what a great experience it was to participate in one of VIA's summer programs, I had a very positive feeling about VIA.
In the final days of Spring Quarter, in 1964, as I was finishing up my third year at Stanford, I went to Quaker Meeting, and while I was "centering down," preparing for the period of worship to come, Dwight Clark came in and sat down right beside me. I was trying to enter into the deep silence that is the sign of Quaker worship, but Dwight wanted to talk to me about VIA. It turned out, he said, that the volunteer who had been scheduled to teach in Macau in the summer upcoming, was now not going to be able to do that, and VIA needed a replacement. Would I be willing to take his place, and teach English to Chinese students in Macau? The group would be leaving in about three weeks.
I was, actually, quite irritated at this "pitch" from Dwight, which more or less broke the informal rule that Quakers followed, entering into silence, not "chat," as they waited for the official period of silent worship to begin. I remember my irritation, and I turned to Dwight and said, simply, "No." I would not sign on to the upcoming summer VIA program in Hong Kong and Macau.
Quaker worship is based on the fact that out of silence, a spirit greater than oneself can become manifest, and some Quakers, during silent worship, are moved to speak. I was not moved to speak on that day - but... something spoke to me. During the Meeting, it became quite clear to me that I should say, "Yes" to this invitation that Dwight had communicated to me. The conviction that I must do that was strong. At the rise of the Meeting, I told Dwight, "Yes."
I don't really remember how I got prepared, in the three weeks I had before the group left, but whatever I needed to do, I did accomplish, and I left with the group from San Francisco. We landed in Hawaii, on the way to Japan, which was our first stop, since we were to take a brief tour through Japan and Taiwan before going on to our summer placements in Hong Kong (and in Macau, in my case). It was in Japan, during that summer with VIA, that I met Marilyn Dilworth, another VIA volunteer, with her assignment not in Macau, but in Hong Kong. We have now been married for fifty-seven years. It would be hard to overstate how important that conversation with Dwight has proven to be. While I haven't canvassed them, I believe that our two children, and our grandchildren, would agree!
When I think of Dwight, beyond the facts I have already recited, there is one moment that always comes to mind. Before we all reported to our duty locations, our group did get to visit some really significant places - arrangements all made by Dwight. One adventure was a hike outside of Taipei, into the natural areas that I hope still exist on Taiwan. After a bus ride out from the city, we swam in a beautiful river, and splashed under a waterfall. We had a wonderful day. Returning to our bus, which meant a pretty long walk on an unpaved road, we took our time. We felt no compulsion to hurry. Quite the opposite. However, we did have another meeting ahead of us - one arranged by Dwight - and we were late. We were in danger of being late, at least, so here is what Dwight told us, as he came from behind the group: "Feel Free To Jog!"
He did. And we did. And we made it to the bus, and to the next place where we were scheduled. On time, too, as I recall. Dwight always got the best from everyone. He certainly did with me - and I got the best, too. I am still "jogging," and Dwight Clark is still with me, as I do. My real thanks, my deep appreciation - and a salute to Dwight Clark!
By the way, as you think about your own life, and the tasks ahead (and even "old guys," like me, have at least a few tasks still ahead), Dwight's prompting and advice is good for you, too:
Feel Free To Jog!
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