Well four years of college came and went. And much like a famous Charles Dickens book, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was a time when I could get away from the racist … Continue reading
And although, I did not identify with them yet, I had broadened my understanding of what it meant to be a person of color. I learned that not all Black people were criminals who lived in the projects. There was Black middle class that sent their children to college, just like they did on the Cosby Show. It wasn’t just a fairy tale. Continue reading
The Words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence This is me and Jon at the senior ball in at UB which is thrown every year by the … Continue reading
A Season in Hell- Rimbaud The angels sweetly reasonable song rises from the rescue ship – it is divine love – two loves! I could die from earthly love, die of devotion. I’ve left souls behind whose pain will grow … Continue reading
SUNY Buffalo was a really different place from anything I had ever know before. First of all, it was huge. There were over 30,000 students there. My freshman PSych 101 class was bigger than my entire school. When I got … Continue reading
