We Were the Last of the Nice Negro Girls

[no_hypocrisy]

In 1968, history found us at a small women’s college, forging our Black identity and empowering our defiance.

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I knew nothing about the multitude of small colleges across the U.S. that had been founded, many by religious institutions, for the specific purpose of educating white women. Nor did I know anything about “suitcase schools,” some of which had reputations as glorified finishing schools where girls were focused on meeting boys attending nearby institutions. (They were called “suitcase schools” because on Fridays the girls took off to spend the weekend with their prospective husbands.) But in 1966, as my counselor put it to my mother, many of these all-girls colleges were “looking for nice Negro girls like Anna.”

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Like any self-respecting Negro, as I took my seat I counted every single person with color in their skin. Beaver College recruiters had found seven “nice Negro girls,” including myself. There was no Black Students’ Union. We were not even “Black” yet. We made eye contact and nodded toward each other.

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One evening, four nervous white girls visited me in the study room of my dorm. Beaver was a small school, less than 1,000 students, but none of these girls were in classes that I took. They wanted to tell me that their roommate, who was from the Deep South, had flown a Confederate flag from the wishing well in the center of campus after Beaver had won a lacrosse game. Perhaps I’d heard about it? I hadn’t. Their roommate had a big personality, and they assumed that I’d noticed her around campus. I had not.

The purpose of the meeting: Would I be willing to function as ambassador to the Negroes in our freshman class and explain that their roommate meant no harm? Why had they chosen me? More perplexing, why had they assumed we seven were a group?

I started with the three girls who’d gone to the same high school and hung together. The consensus was to give the southern girl the benefit of the doubt.

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[abqtommy]

1. Thanks for this perspective. I/We can never learn too much and DU satisfies that need on a

daily basis.

[no_hypocrisy]

2. While I didn't attend Sweet Briar College (akin to Beaver, where I also was accepted) at

the time that the author did, I can identify with most of the expose. 99% white with maybe two African-American students. They were trying to fit in but not really. We came to know, respect, and like them on their own terms in the 70s.

Today, Sweet Briar is no longer the preppy, debutante, finishing school. It recruits all over the country, all over the world. Not perfect, but it's evolving.