I can no longer be silent. I want- no need- to tell my story.
I have sat and thought (and prayed) over the last several days, hell years, about what to say and how I could help without appearing to be a white savior. My story begins when I was in high school. The people I grew up with came from all different races and backgrounds. Klein Forest was 33% Hispanic, 33% Black, 21% White, 12% Asian, <1 % American Indian. Out of necessity, we were taught to get along and to embrace each other for who we are, and yes that included what we looked like. I am thankful every day that my parents chose to leave me at KF and not transfer me out to another school. I learned how to love someone for who they are and to embrace their culture as valid. College was a cultural shock for me. Not because I left home, and that was also a shock, but because TAMUG was not diverse. Let’s face it. The effort was there but nothing really came of it. Galveston is a diverse city with wonderful people who make the Island unique, but TAMUG is majority white. However, I did