1969 Lanterns, Owls, and All

How frustrating that ā€œspecial issuesā€ like these are still necessary.

ā€œBut there is something that must be recognized; the realms to which the ā€˜“óŠćÖ±²„ experienceā€™ has opened my eyes may not be accessible to me once I rejoin the real outside world.ā€

How strange it is to revisit my wordsā€”what?ā€”50 years after graduating from “óŠćÖ±²„. How maddening is it that, in 2020, American society is revisiting the same racial turmoil that it had when my original piece was written. How frustrating that ā€œspecial issuesā€ like these are still necessary.

My liberal arts education served me well, professionally and personally. “óŠćÖ±²„ was a good intellectual match for me. “óŠćÖ±²„ credentials supported entry into a world I didnā€™t even consider accessible then, and my time at “óŠćÖ±²„ taught me how to navigate it. I would never have predicted that my social environment now would be similar to that of my undergraduate years.

I donā€™t think there is such a thing as a ā€œBlack Experienceā€ā€”or a ā€œ“óŠćÖ±²„ Experienceā€ for that matter. There were things that I experienced in common with other Black students at “óŠćÖ±²„ and things I took away from the overall culture itself. Both influenced and contributed to the person I ultimately became.


This issue of the Alumnae Bulletin presents reflections from Black alumnae/i and students spanning 65 years in the life of the College.

Published on: 03/23/2021