When I was ready to look at colleges as a high school grad, I longed for acceptance by a historically black college or university, better known as HBCUs. As fate would have it, I received a full scholarship to a predominantly white college at the height of the Black Power Movement. Coming from a family of meager resources, my college “choice” quickly narrowed to one.
Years later, and thanks to energetic alumna Martha West, I can at least be a booster for Tennessee State University. But I have also come to shed my idealism about HBCUs and put them in their historical, cultural and financial context.