I recently spoke to a friend with whom I attended kindergarten through eighth grade in Detroit, Michigan. I had not spoken to my friend Eric for nearly 30 years. He found me on Facebook as he diligently worked to re-unite our junior high school classmates. During our conversation, we spoke about the fact that during high school, we were both removed from a predominantly black environment, and placed in all-white environments. Such an experience was culture shock to say the least, and quite frustrating. After living in Detroit, and attending school with almost no white students, Eric moved to Kentucky, and I moved to Oakland County, Michigan. Eric and I share two common themes: we were among a handful of black students at our respective schools, and our guidance counselors told us we should not go to college – we weren’t college material.
My high school guidance counselor was a graduate of Eastern Michigan University. During a school event, the counselor advised that any senior interested in attending his alma mater should visit him. He claimed he would write a letter of recommendation for any interested student. Therefore, I added EMU to my list of potential colleges. When I went to the counselor to discuss, he told me I shouldn’t go to college. He said I was good with my hands, and a vocational school would be the right choice for me.
I wonder how many middle-class suburban white kids my counselor tried to discourage. Similar dissuasion often takes place during college, and in the workplace. However, by staying focused on goals, and having access to mentors and positive role models, black youth can realize that there is no limit to their potential. Fortunately for Eric and I, we had such mentors and role models. All black children are college material.
Needless to say, Eric graduated from the University of Michigan, earned a master’s degree from Cambridge University, and a J.D. from Columbia University. Now a practicing attorney, I’m confident Eric made a wise decision to attend college. I earned a B.S. from Florida State University and an M.B.A. from Manhattan College. I also made a wise decision, as my education is the foundation of my success. But in one respect my high school guidance counselor was correct; I am good with my hands. Every time I use the manual shifting mode in my hundred thousand dollar car, I think about how great it is to be good with my hands.
“You were born into a society which spelled out with brutal clarity, and in as many ways as possible, that you were a worthless human being. You were not expected to aspire to excellence: you were expected to make peace with mediocrity.”
James Baldwin – The Fire Next Time






