Testimonials (page 1 of 3)
I am a student at Columbia University.
But let's FACE IT.
I DON'T DESERVE to be here.
I am BLACK and I am FEMALE and IT'S BEEN
SAID that I'm getting a FREE ride.
But what am I? I am:
Walking down the streets of Morningside Heights behind a woman who's
constantly looking over her shoulder at me as she clutches her purse and
her cell phone in fear, then realizing this woman used to be my
EARNING an academic prize and having the secretaries in the Dean's
office eyeball me when I go to pick up invitations for the awards
ceremony . . . "Are you sure you won a prize? Did you get an e-mail from
our office?" . . . they check my name on the list once . . . they check
it twice . . . and then they make sure to let me know that there's no
campus housing for any guests I might want to bring to the ceremony . .
. "Can you AFFORD to invite guests?"
Expected to BE THE VOICE OF THE COMMUNITY during the SOULS OF BLACK
FOLK discussion in CC . . . and being made to feel as though the Core is
GENEROUS in its inclusion of just ONE DIVERSE VOICE among the important
words of the WHITE MEN OF THE CANON.
Walking into Lerner Hall, my so-called student center where I should
feel I have a SPACE OF MY OWN as a student here and hearing people shout
that Columbia should CHECK THE GRADE POINT AVERAGES to prove that I and
others don't belong here (check them and you'll see that we do).
Yeah, this IS all FREE. I'm not paying for this experience, this
having to JUSTIFY my existence. I'm not paying for the bitter knowledge
that I MUST LEARN the classics before I graduate but that another
student can graduate from this institution that praises its own
DIVERSITY without learning much about the ACCOMPLISHMENTS of minorities
who were NOT SO MINOR in building this nation and the WORLD. I'm not
paying to be ignored, to be assumed ignorant, to be condescended to by
"SYMBOLIC" bake sales, to have to beg to be heard, to compromise my
personhood, to be told that this school doesn't have to change because I
SHOULD'VE KNOWN WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO.
I am black, I am female, and I am told I don't deserve to be here.
But I'm here, and I earned it, and I am still earning it every day.
But what else am I? oversensitive? overreacting? complaining too much?
asking for too much?
I am a student at Columbia University, and I
am seeking a community of UNDERSTANDING.