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While reflecting on the devastating deaths of black men that have recently occurred in our nation, I have been considering what part I can play in fostering communication and progress as a young white person in today's world. As a white person who has spent time studying and working toward social justice, I want to share some thoughts with other white people.
What is South African culture like? I heard this question countless times upon my return to the U.S. after my study abroad experience in Cape Town. Unfortunately, I could never provide the inquirers with a straightforward answer, but this was the unique beauty of the place I called home last fall.
A University of Richmond junior has already made her own website, self-published a book and conducted seminars promoting her passion: raising awareness of colorism.
There you go again
Quite frankly, Tiffani Lewis-Lockheart, you chose to make your response article a personal attack; your efforts to mask disdain are fairly thin. Secondly, I didn't think that J. Isaiah Bailey was speaking for all of us; rather, it was his own testimony. It just happens to be the bitter reality that, whether this is true in your own social bubble or not, quite a number of black students on campus have at least one experience that resonates with Bailey's poem. If you would like to verify this, randomly select ten black students you haven't met and ask them about their experiences on campus.
Have I ever been asked if I was an athlete? Yes. But believe me, there was no evident reason for doing so, other than me being a black male at this university. The majority of black males at this campus are. I'm 5 feet 6 inches and around 150 pounds. I know of at least three other people who've had similar experiences.
When I decided to write a response to last week's "poem" I had to keep in mind not to make it something personal against the author Isaiah Bailey. However, it's a difficult task because what he wrote was personal; his personal experience that he tried to generalize to all of us, something I take issue with.
Universities are places where everyone shares, or should share, at least one common objective: to learn. With that in mind, I will aver that J. Isaiah Bailey's "Being black at the University of Richmond: the whole truth" (The Collegian, February 25, p. 11) is not only disturbing but also very important. I recommend that everyone read and then re-read this piece, which Isaiah has framed as a poem, in order to gain a fuller understanding of the realities that confront African American students day after day after day here at Richmond.
Would you like to hear the truth, I know I do
As the month of February comes to an end, it is important that we don't lose the spirit that comes with Black History Month.
The most intriguing aspect of the word "minority" is the polar opposite connotations it can assume, depending on its context. Sometimes being unlike the majority is what lifts us up, yet other times it's what holds us down. For example, being apart from the majority could award you either a glittery gold medal in Vancouver or a searing scarlet letter of discrimination. How do we attach these meanings? Are they possible to change, or is the bigger hurdle whether we want them to?
Colson Whitehead was born in 1969 and grew up in Manhattan. He attended Harvard College, then spent two years working as a pop culture critic for the Village Voice. In 1999 his debut novel about elevator inspectors, "The Intuitionist," received wide critical acclaim, with the New Yorker calling it strikingly original and scintillating.
The U.S. Commission on Civil Rights is studying the issue of gender in college admission and will gather testimony and data from the University of Richmond and 18 other mid-Atlantic colleges and universities.
Nine men became the inaugural members of the first historically black fraternity on the campus of the University of Richmond Friday night, during a ceremony at the University Forum.
Last weekend I went downtown with a group of friends with the intention of going clubbing. Because of a plethora of club rules, we didn't get into any of the clubs we visited, and the night was a bust. I understand why such rules must be implemented in clubs; after all, loud music, scantily dressed women and drunken men can be a lethal combination. But, on this particular night, the alleged "rules" were not applied to everyone. Last weekend, I was a witness to racial profiling during my first (and last) experience at Tiki Bob's Cantina down in Shockoe Bottom.
"I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. ... That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact." -- Ralph Ellison,"Invisible Man"
There are still several things that really trouble me as I listen to the conversation on this campus. I truly believe that we are in what could potentially be a time of growth for our school, but I'm really not convinced that there will be any sort of lasting changes made.
Last holiday season, I received a number of text messages on Christmas Day from several of my friends wishing me a Merry Christmas. I was surprised by this because if my last name is any indication, I do not celebrate Christmas.
Ahem ... Ahem ... AHEM. OK so, now that I have your attention, I was hoping we could get this meeting started as we really have a lot to get through tonight and that deadline isn't getting any further away.
The inauguration of Barack Obama was a turning point in U.S. history, one that has increased political activism among the young African-American community.