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Originally posted by James Wesley Chester:
nayo:
My knowledge is years before your's, and remote. I only knew students who were going to or had left Howard.
Those who were going were excited.
Those who had left were dissillusioned. And not because they had not done well. In fact, all had done well. Many were dean's list.
All who had left were women.
They all cited the 'clique-thing.'
And the 'color thing'.
I found this to be 'large' in the minds of friends who had gone to hbcu's.
Some prestigeous, some not.
I should say the same practices were prevalent among African American-American students at majority schools.
PEACE
Jim Chester
Tell the truth, and shame the devil. When I posted that I my HBCU experience was 'bewildering', that was/is an
understatement. Borderline homicidal/suicidal, I was. I was disappointed,(in the 'color-codes', MY GOD!and this in the 1990-2000 era. wth!; and the "what do your parents/did your grandparents do? as entry/acceptance by Howard's elite groups, ie. the Goldcoast). I was touting Black American cohesion and awarenes, and was dubbed, 'rebel without a cause', ouch! By Black people! Sure there were the revolutionary poet types, ie. Sistah Souljah, and others of that ilk, but they were eventually lauded as crackpots, and summarily dismissed. They made 'good' copy in the news. Many said, under their breaths, that HU/Howard U. stood for House 'N' U.
(I too made the 'Dean's list; distinguished scholar and all that rubbish), but, aware of the interdependent dynamics that race, class, the historical legacy of enslavement and 'African' peoples who hailed from outside the North American continent, had on these dynamics. Many times I 'self-talked' that I could have/should have gone to an HWCU, and took the racism/sexism, and done just as well, if not better. Not everyone is suited for an HBCU; I was one of those. And yet, I am sincerely, truly, even ecstatic, as well as pleased, to see Howard U. students and other HBCU representatives, succeed. Truly.
These accomplishments reminds me of that passage written many years ago, by W.E.B. Dubois:
"In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something
put it into the boys' and girls' heads to buy gorgeous visiting-
cards--ten cents a package--and exchange. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card,
--refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but
shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all
beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows. (my favorite line, here)
That sky was bluest when I could beat my mates at examination-time, or beat them at a foot-race, or even beat their stringy heads.
(HA!)
Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities,
were theirs, not mine. But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them. Just how I would
do it I could never decide: by reading law, by healing the sick, by telling the wonderful tales that swam in my head,
--some way.