Diversity Statement- First Draft
Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 4:22 pm
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There is nothing better than a late night dinner by candle light. Many consider this an ideal setting. It’s often accompanied by a beautiful date, a nice meal, and maybe a fire to set the mood. Now consider this. That beautiful date is a mother in tears. That nice gourmet meal is a can or two of Campbell’s soup. The fire, it’s not there to set the mood, but it’s there to keep a mother and her 3 children warm. This was the setting I was in. This was the night I fell into the depths of solitude. A night that has served as the ammunition to my success ever since.
As a kid growing up in Bessemer, AL, I never really understood that I was from a disadvantaged neighborhood. This is probably because everyone around me was like me. Most of my friends came from single parent households and we all attended the same schools. This made the lifestyle that I experienced normal, simply because I hadn’t experienced anything else. This, however, would quickly change.
Upon entering high school my parents and I felt it would be best for me to attend a charter school, Jefferson County International Baccalaureate, in Irondale AL. This presented a change that at the time I don’t think I was ready for. For the first time, I truly experienced being a minority. I was no longer surrounded by kids who look just like me. Actually, I can count the ones who did on two hands. In a freshman class of a little more than one hundred students there were 9 African Americans. This was a cultural shock, but as I soon found out, this was the “real world”. Just to hear the conversations amongst my new peers was at times a saddening experience. Where I was used to talking about the pick-up basketball game I had played last night, they were talking about their weekend shopping sprees for new school clothes. Admittedly I was ready to give up before I ever got started. Then came the experience that I will never forget.
My life up until high school was a roller coaster ride that was still making the climb up that first hill. My mother who never finished her college degree was able to make a decent living by working her way from the bottom up. Even though we didn’t have much, she made it her priority to make sure we had what we needed. Then during my freshman year of high school she lost her job. Slowly everything around me began to fall apart. I approached my mother one day to ask her if I could possibly change back to the neighborhood school. During the middle of our conversation the lights cut out. As she sat there crying, my mother could see the expressed depression upon my face. I couldn’t understand how bad things could happen to decent people. As we lit a fire and continued to talk about me changing schools, my mother said three words, “Coleman’s don’t quit.” As unlikely as it may seem, these words have meant more to me becoming the man I am than anything I can remember. To see the resiliency in a woman who could very easily just give up taught me that no matter how hard life may seem, you don’t quit.
There is nothing better than a late night dinner by candle light. Many consider this an ideal setting. It’s often accompanied by a beautiful date, a nice meal, and maybe a fire to set the mood. Now consider this. That beautiful date is a mother in tears. That nice gourmet meal is a can or two of Campbell’s soup. The fire, it’s not there to set the mood, but it’s there to keep a mother and her 3 children warm. This was the setting I was in. This was the night I fell into the depths of solitude. A night that has served as the ammunition to my success ever since.
As a kid growing up in Bessemer, AL, I never really understood that I was from a disadvantaged neighborhood. This is probably because everyone around me was like me. Most of my friends came from single parent households and we all attended the same schools. This made the lifestyle that I experienced normal, simply because I hadn’t experienced anything else. This, however, would quickly change.
Upon entering high school my parents and I felt it would be best for me to attend a charter school, Jefferson County International Baccalaureate, in Irondale AL. This presented a change that at the time I don’t think I was ready for. For the first time, I truly experienced being a minority. I was no longer surrounded by kids who look just like me. Actually, I can count the ones who did on two hands. In a freshman class of a little more than one hundred students there were 9 African Americans. This was a cultural shock, but as I soon found out, this was the “real world”. Just to hear the conversations amongst my new peers was at times a saddening experience. Where I was used to talking about the pick-up basketball game I had played last night, they were talking about their weekend shopping sprees for new school clothes. Admittedly I was ready to give up before I ever got started. Then came the experience that I will never forget.
My life up until high school was a roller coaster ride that was still making the climb up that first hill. My mother who never finished her college degree was able to make a decent living by working her way from the bottom up. Even though we didn’t have much, she made it her priority to make sure we had what we needed. Then during my freshman year of high school she lost her job. Slowly everything around me began to fall apart. I approached my mother one day to ask her if I could possibly change back to the neighborhood school. During the middle of our conversation the lights cut out. As she sat there crying, my mother could see the expressed depression upon my face. I couldn’t understand how bad things could happen to decent people. As we lit a fire and continued to talk about me changing schools, my mother said three words, “Coleman’s don’t quit.” As unlikely as it may seem, these words have meant more to me becoming the man I am than anything I can remember. To see the resiliency in a woman who could very easily just give up taught me that no matter how hard life may seem, you don’t quit.