It’s Homecoming at like 68 HBCUs this weekend, including the one I graduated from and the one I work for. It’s a magical and nostalgic time of year. As I walked across campus through a sea of people who looked like me, I realized I’m a creep for Black people. I wasn’t at my ‘home by the sea,’ but in a way, I was home. One of the beautiful things about Black people is that even though we are a tremendously diverse people, there are shared cultural experiences that connect us. These experiences are so deeply ingrained in our culture, that whenever we’re around other Black folks, we’re with family.
Now just like your real family, some of us are crazy, but we still love them. We are brilliant, resilient and wondrously Black. What’s not to love? I could go on and on about how much I love HBCUs and Black people, but I’m tired. We’ll save that for another time. Bye.
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