"Graduation, the hush-hush magic time of frills and gifts and congratulations and diplomas, was finished for me before my name was called. The accomplishment was nothing.
We were maids and farmers, handymen and washerwoman, and anything higher that we aspired to was farcical and presumptuous.
It was brutal to be young and already trained to sit quietly and listen to charges brought against my color with no chance of defense."
If I wasn't so angry, I would be crying right now.