I went to a school with a demographic that didn’t fit mine. I didn’t believe HBCUs were for me. As a first generation college student, I had no concept of the Greek system. After meeting some older guys that went to my high school at the end of first semester, I began to contemplate rushing. Second semester rush came and I did it. I barely told anyone. I filled out the paperwork last minute, last day I could. Urban black, rushing a predominantly white fraternity, and though I pondered it a great deal, no way could I expect what happened next.
The friends I made at the beginning of school, a group of small town white Oklahoma girls, and mostly black football players and their associates viewed my decision differently. The guys who graduated from my high school before me loved the idea and acted as mentors. The Okie girls loved it, one of them went Greek. But the football players couldn’t understand it at all.
A flurry of insults came at me that were meant to attack my blackness and supposed lack thereof. Questions were flying in full force...