Originally posted on Facebook on Saturday, July 17, 2021.
In Week 29 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Jackson State University and their summer program for entering high school students offered through Howard Hughes Medical Institute.
My wife and I are currently binging Bill Cosby's "A Different World" on Amazon Prime Video. The show is about the life of students at the fictional HBCU, Hillman College. A recurring theme is Hillman's purpose in providing a place of belonging, support and academic rigor for students of color. This brought to mind my experience in a summer program at a school in my home town of Jackson, Mississippi -the historically black Jackson State University.
When I was growing up, college was something that was mentioned but sparingly. As you progress through school, and if you seem to do well grade-wise, it's a subject that comes up more often but still tangentially. It was when I started middle school at Bailey Magnet that my teachers, administrators and counselors started talking about preparing for college with a sense of expectation. But, the real turning point for me was a program that my counselor, Connie Griffin, signed me up for during the summer between my 8th grade and 9th grade year. The program was called Howard Hughes Medical Institute.
I remember vividly my whole family walking me into the male dormitory on the campus of Jackson State University. I remember it smelling like Lysol and bleach that the stewards had just used to clean prior to our arrival. I remember checking in at the same time as kids who were attending the Upward Bound program. I was issued a dorm room key and a JSU meal card with my name on it. I was so excited. I would be staying on campus for weeks, just like a college student! I remember riding on the elevator where there was a solitary, exposed light bulb. Sometimes, when a group of Upward Bound kids were on the elevator –for sport, someone would reach up, partially unscrew the light bulb so that it would go out and they would then commence to throwing haymakers at everyone on the elevator -in the dark. This wild melee would continue until the elevator reached its destination, which seemed like an eternity. College lesson number 1: take the stairs.
Shenanigans aside, I met a number of wonderful, smart and talented black people during my stay. I explicitly say "black people" because in a number of spaces where access for black people is limited, there's a pervasive and pernicious notion that if you're smart, talented, present well or are well spoken, that you're somehow "different" -a unicorn. But, on Jackson State's campus, I was surrounded by them. The first one I met was my brilliant roommate, Flynn Wallace, who was already settled in the room. He had his bed made, clothes arranged and hung neatly in the closet and food stuff stacked tidily on the counter. We became fast friends. Another that comes to mind, but her name I can't recall, was a poet whose work was already being published. Having heard her work, I'm sure she's well on her way to joining the ranks of Maya Angelou.
There were a series of amazing experiences during that program but two stand out. The first being where I and my fellow camp participants were dissecting live frogs in the biology lab. We had to first anesthetize the frogs and remove a portion of its skull to expose the brain. We would then move an electronic probe to different sections of the brain to observe its effect on motor response. Well, one student had not quite fully anesthetized her frog and the lobotomized amphibian starting hopping around the lab and jumped straight into one girls chest. She bout died!
The second notable experience was with a professor named Dr. Love. Dr. Love was the only instructor that gave homework during the camp and it was substantial. She was a drill sergeant who conducted our classes as though we were already college students. More than any other instructor, she gave a number of stern, lengthy and impassioned lectures. I didn't like it at the time but what I got from her was that excellence was fully expected because we were fully capable of it.
This camp was pivotal and imparted to me three things:
1. Higher education is and should be challenging, but I can do it.
2. College is a place where I belong and can excel.
3. I am not alone.
These ideals are what sealed the deal for me and moved college from a concept to certainty. These ideals are the heritage given to the black community by historically black colleges and universities. So, especially for people of color, whether you attended a PWI or an HBCU, we all owe an enormous debt to historically black colleges and universities like Jackson State University. I'm also thankful for the vision and grossly understated influence Dr. Bill Cosby had in creating shows like the aptly named "A Different World", that offered a glimpse into a different world of possibility through television for people who might not have imagined that such wonderful options were possible for them. I'm grateful. #52WoG