1968. Black freshman roommate. Different planets.

Lincoln, MA

I was asked by Admissions if I would agree to having a black roommate. I said yes, but when she learned of the request (I never knew how), she was angry–at the school, and confusing to me, at me. From that moment on, there was only anger. I was naive and woefully unaware of racial issues. When Martin Luther King was assasinated, I didn’t even understand how much that mattered….to her or to the world. I carry that burden with me now, 45 years later.


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