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This page was created to remember the beautiful life our wonderful dad, brother, uncle, friend, and colleague who is greatly missed.

In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation to The Poverty & Race Research Action Council (PRRAC) in Tom's honor. PRRAC is a civil rights law and policy organization based in Washington, D.C. An organization that embodies the work that Tom dedicated his life to. 
October 3, 2022
October 3, 2022
I cannot believe it has been a year today since Tom left us here on the earth so suddenly with such a vast tear in the fabric of the world where he had been. But every day since his death his way of being in the world as a lawyer and a human has inhabited me in a new and more powerful way than I think I was able to experience while he was still his inimitable unstoppable self here with us. So much love to Tom's kids and siblings and all of everyone who loved him and thinks of him so much today. I personally picture him baling hay and feeding corn to his beloved baby cows, which if it annoyed him that I insisted on calling them that he never did let on. Love to everyone in Tom's name, love to all the world; and everyone vote like your life depends on it because he would have been the first to say that it does, yours and all of ours.
October 29, 2021
October 29, 2021
Words are totally inadequate to express my deepest condolences and sympathies to Tom’s family, friends, and colleagues. Tom was such a wonderful person—generous, kindhearted, and loving. The last time I saw Tom was in the fall of 2019 when I was in Washington, DC. We had a lovely lunch together, caught up on each other’s lives, and reminisced about old times.

I’m heartbroken that my dear friend is gone, but he will always live on in my heart. Tom was my guiding star and I will miss him greatly. He played a significant and integral role in building the National Employment Lawyers Association’s Washington DC Office and its sister organization, The Employee Rights Advocacy Institute For Law & Policy. I was the Executive Director of both organizations; Tom was a longtime NELA member, Chair of the NELA/Institute Joint Fundraising Committee, and a founding board member of The Institute.

Generously sharing his expertise in organizational development and management, we spent countless hours brainstorming about strategic planning, fundraising, organizational sustainability and more. An unsung hero, Tom did so much for NELA and The Institute, and neither would be the vibrant and thriving organizations they are today without his incredible vision, generosity, and contributions.

I have many fond memories of Tom. For example, he would greet me with "Hello Ms. Chaw, what can I do for you today?" whenever I called him. (I'm sure he regretted asking that question from time to time.) Our playful banters at Institute Board meetings reminded some of our colleagues of "The Bickersons." And, I will always treasure the wonderful conversations we had over the years about our families. Tom was very proud of his children and loved them all so much. Whenever he talked about them Tom would have the biggest smile on his face. His children were the light of his life.

Tom touched thousands of lives as a lawyer, teacher, mentor and friend—and I am fortunate that he touched mine. I will miss his hearty laugh, his big bear hugs, and his kind and gentle soul.
October 26, 2021
October 26, 2021
I met Tom in 1970 when we both started as freshmen at The College of Wooster. Between the cowboy boots and his sparkling eyes I was smitten. We became fast friends and spent the next four years hanging out with a group that simply enjoyed each other’s company. A favorite activity was leaving campus and walking to Millers Pond, now known as Christmas Run Park. These excursions gave us the opportunity to attempt to answer life’s big questions. I don’t remember how many answers we came up with, but the discussions were thoughtful, engaging and allowed for many points of view. While we wondered about the future and where life would take us, the issues of the day cast a shadow that at the time seemed overwhelming – Vietnam, Kent State, and Nixon.
Tom knew how to be a friend and always had a great sense of humor. He loved pursuing his history major and appreciated the professors who challenged him and expanded his learning. This was impressive and encouraged me to be a better student. It partially worked.
Tom had the ability to understand people and the nuances that make up relationships. While the rest of us were struggling to grasp the “why” of things, Tom had empathy and wisdom which made him a role model. There are many stories that serve as examples, but one touched me deeply. Early in our senior year I became engaged to a fellow student. I missed the writing on the wall and the engagement was broken off. I was heartbroken and inconsolable. I called Tom and he came over after a late factory shift to be with me. We talked for hours. He listened, I cried, and his only concern was for me. That night he slept on the floor so I would not be alone. Even at the age of 21, Tom demonstrated great caring for those around him.
My friendship with Tom endured long after college and the last time I saw him was May 2018. I was travelling to North Carolina to see my daughter and I included a stop at his farm, which I had never seen before. I was enthralled with the beauty of the area and how much it meant to Tom. He was exactly where he wanted to be as he combined his two passions:
practicing law with being a farmer. His dedication to his land, the cattle and his neighbors was wonderful to witness. While I thought the cattle needed names (an idea he rejected) I will always remember how happy he was.
I miss him.
Carolyn Gilbert

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October 3, 2022
October 3, 2022
I cannot believe it has been a year today since Tom left us here on the earth so suddenly with such a vast tear in the fabric of the world where he had been. But every day since his death his way of being in the world as a lawyer and a human has inhabited me in a new and more powerful way than I think I was able to experience while he was still his inimitable unstoppable self here with us. So much love to Tom's kids and siblings and all of everyone who loved him and thinks of him so much today. I personally picture him baling hay and feeding corn to his beloved baby cows, which if it annoyed him that I insisted on calling them that he never did let on. Love to everyone in Tom's name, love to all the world; and everyone vote like your life depends on it because he would have been the first to say that it does, yours and all of ours.
October 29, 2021
October 29, 2021
Words are totally inadequate to express my deepest condolences and sympathies to Tom’s family, friends, and colleagues. Tom was such a wonderful person—generous, kindhearted, and loving. The last time I saw Tom was in the fall of 2019 when I was in Washington, DC. We had a lovely lunch together, caught up on each other’s lives, and reminisced about old times.

I’m heartbroken that my dear friend is gone, but he will always live on in my heart. Tom was my guiding star and I will miss him greatly. He played a significant and integral role in building the National Employment Lawyers Association’s Washington DC Office and its sister organization, The Employee Rights Advocacy Institute For Law & Policy. I was the Executive Director of both organizations; Tom was a longtime NELA member, Chair of the NELA/Institute Joint Fundraising Committee, and a founding board member of The Institute.

Generously sharing his expertise in organizational development and management, we spent countless hours brainstorming about strategic planning, fundraising, organizational sustainability and more. An unsung hero, Tom did so much for NELA and The Institute, and neither would be the vibrant and thriving organizations they are today without his incredible vision, generosity, and contributions.

I have many fond memories of Tom. For example, he would greet me with "Hello Ms. Chaw, what can I do for you today?" whenever I called him. (I'm sure he regretted asking that question from time to time.) Our playful banters at Institute Board meetings reminded some of our colleagues of "The Bickersons." And, I will always treasure the wonderful conversations we had over the years about our families. Tom was very proud of his children and loved them all so much. Whenever he talked about them Tom would have the biggest smile on his face. His children were the light of his life.

Tom touched thousands of lives as a lawyer, teacher, mentor and friend—and I am fortunate that he touched mine. I will miss his hearty laugh, his big bear hugs, and his kind and gentle soul.
October 26, 2021
October 26, 2021
I met Tom in 1970 when we both started as freshmen at The College of Wooster. Between the cowboy boots and his sparkling eyes I was smitten. We became fast friends and spent the next four years hanging out with a group that simply enjoyed each other’s company. A favorite activity was leaving campus and walking to Millers Pond, now known as Christmas Run Park. These excursions gave us the opportunity to attempt to answer life’s big questions. I don’t remember how many answers we came up with, but the discussions were thoughtful, engaging and allowed for many points of view. While we wondered about the future and where life would take us, the issues of the day cast a shadow that at the time seemed overwhelming – Vietnam, Kent State, and Nixon.
Tom knew how to be a friend and always had a great sense of humor. He loved pursuing his history major and appreciated the professors who challenged him and expanded his learning. This was impressive and encouraged me to be a better student. It partially worked.
Tom had the ability to understand people and the nuances that make up relationships. While the rest of us were struggling to grasp the “why” of things, Tom had empathy and wisdom which made him a role model. There are many stories that serve as examples, but one touched me deeply. Early in our senior year I became engaged to a fellow student. I missed the writing on the wall and the engagement was broken off. I was heartbroken and inconsolable. I called Tom and he came over after a late factory shift to be with me. We talked for hours. He listened, I cried, and his only concern was for me. That night he slept on the floor so I would not be alone. Even at the age of 21, Tom demonstrated great caring for those around him.
My friendship with Tom endured long after college and the last time I saw him was May 2018. I was travelling to North Carolina to see my daughter and I included a stop at his farm, which I had never seen before. I was enthralled with the beauty of the area and how much it meant to Tom. He was exactly where he wanted to be as he combined his two passions:
practicing law with being a farmer. His dedication to his land, the cattle and his neighbors was wonderful to witness. While I thought the cattle needed names (an idea he rejected) I will always remember how happy he was.
I miss him.
Carolyn Gilbert
His Life
October 22, 2021
Thomas “Tom” John Henderson was born on June 2, 1952 in Greentree, PA (a suburb of Pittsburgh) to the Rev. J. Hubert Henderson and Eleanor (Allen) Henderson. After graduating from Keystone Oaks High School, he attended the College of Wooster, earning a Bachelor of Arts before attending law school at the University of Pittsburgh. While in law school, he witnessed an abuse of power by a police officer during a protest and was arrested after asking for the officer’s badge number. The charges were subsequently dropped when the officer didn’t show up at trial. From that impactful moment on, Tom continued to be a life-long champion of civil rights, equality, and justice for all. After earning his Juris Doctor in 1977, he was hired by Neighborhood Legal Services of Pittsburgh, where he worked for six years providing assistance to those facing and fighting housing discrimination. He next founded the Law Offices of Thomas J. Henderson in 1983 to continue pursuing his commitment to civil rights, justice, and equality, during which time he also taught as an Adjunct Professor of Law at the University of Pittsburgh School of Law.

In 1990, Tom became Chief Counsel for the Lawyers’ Committee for Civil Rights Under Law in Washington, DC. While at the Lawyers’ Committee, he litigated numerous cases on education, environmental justice, voting rights, employment, and housing discrimination. He argued before the U.S. Supreme Court and wrote more than 50 briefs for the Court in other cases. He also argued cases before state level supreme courts and before the federal level  appellate courts. Tom testified before House and Senate committees of the U.S. Congress on matters of federal housing policy, briefed members of Congress on public policy and supporting legislation, and even advised White House staff on policy positions.

In 2008 Tom rekindled his private practice, rebranded as the Henderson Law Firm, while concurrently serving as Senior Litigation Counsel for the Sanford Heisler Law Firm in Washington, DC. Here he once again worked tirelessly and fearlessly on civil rights, consumer, and employment-discrimination cases. After many years as part of the civil rights community, he naturally found himself in mentorship positions to others. Graciously offering advice, wisdom, and assistance, many of his friends and colleagues fondly remember Tom for how generous he always was with his time and expertise.

In short, Tom was an attorney par excellence, with an encyclopedic knowledge of the law and its nuances. He lived as he worked, carrying a strong moral vision, true integrity, and a passion for justice. He accomplished much in his life but was never one to grandstand - always humble, authentic, and compassionate.

Tom’s dynamic career in the law was balanced by his interests in the arts and farming. He enjoyed the museums and theaters near Washington, DC, just as he did the fields of West Virginia and Ohio. He supported budding artists, playwrights, and actors as their careers developed, in addition to spending time with fellow farmers in the fields bailing hay and tending to cattle. He enjoyed creating artwork himself, finding peace and relaxation through watercolors and sketching, with ambition to one day meld works of iron. 

Tom, above all, loved his family. He came from a strong, close-knit family and made it a priority to be with them as much as possible. He was naturally the central figure in family gatherings, with a unique ability to make everyone laugh at themselves through his legendary, sharp wit - sharp in that it was smart and wise with a playful bite. At the center of his life were his children: Randy, Teisha and Bryce-Edward. He loved being with them, treasured the deep conversations they had, and rarely passed up an opportunity to challenge them to become better versions of themselves. Tom also cherished spending time and talking with his siblings and their spouses: Robert (Susan), Marjorie (Edward), and Richard (Sheila), always showing genuine concern for what was happening in their lives. 

Tom is survived by his aforementioned children, Randall Henderson of Washington, DC; Teisha Weatherly of Los Angeles, CA; Bryce-Edward Weatherly of Seattle, WA; his brothers and sister, Robert Henderson of Wadsworth, OH; Marjorie Johnston of Mount Lebanon, PA; Richard Henderson of South Lyon, MI; his nieces and nephews; Robert (Kathy) Henderson; James (Beth) Henderson; Jennifer (Philip) Sabes; Jonathan (Darlene) Henderson; Amy (Matthew) Keller; and James Johnston; along with great nephews and nieces. He was preceded in death by his parents, J. Hubert and Eleanor Henderson, and his former wife, Shirley Ann Henderson.
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Dinners with Tom

February 28, 2022
I’ve been thinking a lot about mentorship over the past few years. What I’ve come to realize is that those who have had the most profound impact on my life, are the individuals who have this intuition about them and are able to connect with others on a deeper level. They can sense what it is that you are questioning about yourself and have the ability to change your perspective or ease your sense of self-questioning without you ever having articulated it in the first place. While our paths crossed only briefly, one of those mentors for me was Tom Henderson. As an administrative assistant at Sanford Heisler, with no interest in pursuing law as a career, I was nervous the first time Tom invited me and a few legal assistants out to dinner; I thought I would have nothing to contribute to conversation. Little did I know that Tom was a true patron of the arts – spending part of his summers in what we jokingly called “adult summer camp” where he listened to lectures about literature, music, painting, and other fine arts, as well as at a weeklong theater festival that he raved about – who saw in me a sense of doubt about my future in the humanities and quelled it. I left that dinner, hours later, with a new perspective about pursuing a doctoral degree, as well as a better understanding of the importance of the judiciary, the difference between dairy and beef cattle, and the need to get away from the noise of everyday life by spending some time in the country…perhaps at an idyllic ranch just a drive away from the city…These dinners, always in a quiet restaurant (Tom's requirement) so our group could really talk and listen, demonstrated to me what it means to be a mentor; to see the person in front of you, to help them to really see themselves, and to encourage their connections with others. I will forever be grateful to Tom for that gift. His empathy and compassion were unbounded and rare. I'll miss you, Tom.

Thanks for the cowboy boots, Tom.

October 25, 2021
It’s so hard to speak about all of the ways I relied on Tom and all of the reasons why I love him, because so many of them involve things that I didn’t feel like I could or should talk to anyone else about. But it’s necessary to speak about some of these things in order to get anywhere near conveying who Tom was, not just to me but to so many people who have passed through this firm over the years and who one after the other had the good fortune to meet him on our way, only to find ourselves now in possession of so many good things that he gave us, or more accurately so many good things that he helped us to find for ourselves.

I had a miscarriage at eight weeks between my first and second child. I had a mediation scheduled for the next day, and it was Tom who I called in tears with all of my questions, at that point of intersection between how to be a lawyer while also being human: Is this something I can talk about? Can I postpone the mediation? How much is it appropriate to say about this, or even safe to say, in all the different ways one could mean that word?

And it’s notable that the person who I felt safest calling in this very gender-related, very emotional and intimate moment was this 60-something-year-old, sometimes irascible White man who you could tell was coming to the conference room by the sound of his cowboy boots echoing down the hall.

And when, a few months later, I had a job offer withdrawn after I told the employer that I was five weeks pregnant with my daughter who is now six, it was Tom who I called, crying again. I said to him, “I’m not sure that the two things are connected, I mean they can’t be, right?” And he said, or maybe yelled, “Of course they’re connected!” And then he talked me through the totally separate question of what to do next, which meant giving to me advice that I have given to many clients since then: Above all, count yourself lucky to have dodged that particular bullet.

I can’t think of anything Tom didn’t teach me about how to be a lawyer. When I needed to learn how to defend depositions, and then how to take depositions, I read Tom’s depositions. I remember dealing with my fear of opposing counsel being aggressively nasty to me or to my clients by writing Tom’s deposition objections more or less verbatim into my notes. I felt confident that I could rely on them both for their legal merit – knowing Tom wouldn’t put some BS out there, because that just wasn’t his way – and for the feeling that they would give me of borrowed cowboy boots, so to speak, until such time as I had acquired a pair of my own. So to speak.

And I embrace the double entendre right there, acquiring a pair, because Tom’s plain-spokenness and candor were qualities he must have been born with, in abundance – the sort of abundance that suggests that, as my mother likes to say, he stood in the line for plain-spokenness and candor maybe one extra time before he was born. But it was also so artful, the way Tom deployed these qualities to such great effect in his lawyering – to take people down a notch when they needed it, and to lift people up when that was what they needed. And by his example, which none of us could imitate, he taught us also to do these things, in our own ways, but with his spirit always behind us.

A friend of mine who worked with Tom for a summer 10 years ago wrote me the day before our firmwide memorial that she remembers every conversation she had with him, and I bet that’s the case for so many people who just knew him for a short time because those are the kinds of conversations Tom had. The conversations that made us come to him, and then made us send all sorts of other people to him – lawyers and clients and humans of all stripes – when they were in trouble, or needed good advice, or just to hang out and talk with him because he was awesome and everyone should. Especially if you were trying to be both a lawyer and a human being at the same time, which can be difficult, but Tom did that really exceptionally well, in a way that inspires and helps the rest of us to do it better ourselves. And to pass it along, like he did; and to fight the good fight, like he did; and to keep giving them hell, just like he did. I will never do those things in Tom’s absence for the rest of my life without feeling his presence behind me, and I love and thank you Tom so much for that.

And thank you so much to Tom's family, and especially his children, for sharing him with us. He was so proud of y'all, so tickled to see your adulting. It was a joy to witness.

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