HBCUs Started Dying When UNCF Commercials Became Friendlier
Remember when United Negro College Fund commercials made everyone in your living room stop talking and watch? Remember the messages they delivered, about the lack of money to continue the tradition of black colleges reversing the vestiges of slavery?
Remember the drama the commercials use to bring to the everyday narrative on higher education for Black folks? Maybe there’s no coincidence that…
Interesting perspective, but I don’t think it’s that simple. Yeah, we need more commercials, but I think more than lack of WOW advertising is the reason money is sliding into HBCUs.
New kid on the block: indie filmmaker Praheme Praphet
Patrick Ricks, aka Praheme Praphet, 29, from Richmond, Virginia has just released his debut film Troop 491: The Adventures of the Muddy Lionsabout a young boy who is forced to join the scouts the Boy Scouts by his mother as he struggles with the temptations of inner city Richmond projects. Praheme has a BA Film Production from Howard University and an MFA in Film Production from Florida State…
A police officer from West Hartford had pulled up across the street, exited his vehicle, and begun walking in my direction. I noted the strangeness of his being in Hartford—an entirely separate town with its own police force—so I thought he needed help. He approached me with purpose, and then, without any introduction or explanation he asked, “So, you trying to make a few extra bucks, shoveling people’s driveways around here?”
All of my homeowner confidence suddenly seemed like an illusion.
It would have been all too easy to play the “Do you know who I am?” game. My late father was an immigrant from Trinidad who enrolled at Howard University at age 31 and went on to become a psychiatrist. My mother was an important education reformer from the South. I graduated from an Ivy League school with an engineering degree, only to get selected in the first round of the Major League Baseball draft. I went on to play professionally for nearly 15 years, retiring into business then going on to write a book and a column for The New York Times. Today, I work at ESPN in another American dream job that lets me file my taxes under the description “baseball analyst.”
But I didn’t mention any of this to the officer. I tried to take his question at face value, explaining that the Old Tudor house behind me was my own. The more I talked, the more senseless it seemed that I was even answering the question. But I knew I wouldn’t be smiling anymore that day.
Howard University slammed for naming P. Diddy as commencement speaker
Yet nary a peep when Steve Jobs spoke at Stanford nor when Bill Gates spoke at Harvard. Neither graduated, although Gates received an Honorary Doctorate from Harvard. I don’t get it…………
Stop setting yourself
on fire for someone who
stays to watch you burn.