And my equity journey continues.
Four years ago, I wrote a column about sending my son off to college and my fears for him as a young Black man finding his way as a student and citizen.
Today, I’m the proud mom of a college graduate. Though the world shut down during my son’s freshman year, and he spent his early college experience staring at a screen in his dorm room, he overcame every obstacle to reach his goal. But my longtime concerns for him as a parent have grown more severe in today’s anti-diversity, equity, and inclusion climate.
My alma mater, the University of Florida, recently eliminated its DEI positions and offices. Thirteen positions, 15 administrative appointments for faculty, the chief diversity officer role, and DEI contracts with outside vendors — ALL GONE. The same campus that recruited, supported, and welcomed me as a first-generation college student in the 1990s would likely be ill-equipped to do the same today. I was exposed to all kinds of speakers, ideologies, and performers — from White Student Union organizers to Louis Farrakhan, the Bible to the Quran, and the Rolling Stones to Biggie Smalls. Disparate voices, opinions, and teachings blended in one campus environment designed to help students learn, think independently, and grow.
I was fortunate to have the choice to take in what resonated with me and have civil conversations and discourse about the things that did not.
Would the same be true if I enrolled at the University of Florida today? I doubt if my Jewish cognitive psychology teacher could assign Even the Rat Was White as a historical reading without fierce backlash. I wonder if the Arabic Literature and Heritage class would be offered as a last-minute option, allowing me to maintain my status as a full-time student. And I wonder if my historically Black sorority would be eligible to apply for student government funding to attend leadership conferences, just like we did.