Hey everyone! Hope you’re doing well. My original post didn’t save so I am rewriting it now 😦 I had the pleasure of returning to my home of four years this weekend. My dear friend Katie was sweet enough to pick me up and take me with her to Kentucky for homecoming. I’ll keep this post short and sweet. I’m thankful to my Berea College family for seeing the swan in me when I only saw the ugly duckling. The professors and students greatly impacted the woman I am today. Without my experience both on campus and abroad I wouldn’t be half of the thinker or nearly as compassionate as I am today. My mind, eyes, and heart were all opened during my four years at this liberal arts institution. In retrospect, I can envision myself growing the way that I did at Berea, elsewhere. Most importantly, I learned that I am and can be a powerful agent of change. I have power. My existence is meaningful. I have purpose. Simply stated, I can!
The bubble definitely is a great place. Still it has its flaws. While there, I saw a red truck that had a huge Congederate flag. The owners were terrorizing students on campus as they crossed the street. I have to remove my rose colored glasses for a few minutes. I was absolutely sickened by this incident. The Berea kids of 2015 are still experiencing the same fear that I did beginning in 2010. Who will advocate for them when the police in Berea won’t? How is public safety and college helping the students or turning a blind eye to this blatant attack of black / non-white students? I feel so helpless. Something has to happen. Some resolution must occurs. My fellow bereans deserve to live in peace.