This is why we fight

Early December years ago

cramming for finials, I was braving the cold

making my way through the court yard to the library

making my way up the stairs,

and who do I see

being harassed by campus security

but one of my professors…

a black man with a PhD

being treated like a criminal

because he was wearing a hoodie

and was wearing a hoodie

but in the eyes of the security guard

I belonged there

and he, well he couldn’t possibly

be seeking a degree

much less could he have a PhD…

only he did

and the security guard just couldn’t see

you see, my professor had forgotten his ID

in his office

and he was about to meet another professor for coffee

and me, an undergraduate student in a hoodie

I was able to vouch for him

not because I showed my ID

but simply

because I’m white

and walking into the library,

I was grumbling, ‘this isn’t right

but my professor responded,

“this is why we fight”.

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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