I'm an African American that grew up poor in a small town in eastern Arkansas. My mother raised me and my three sisters as a single parent. My mother wasn't a parent who stressed the importance of education, so I struggle and barely made it through high school. Being a talented football player I had earned a full football scholarship to play football. In high school, African American was 80 percent of students. When I played College football, Whites made up over 90 percent of the students. Being a southern poor African American kid, I felt like I didn't belong in College due the rice White kids came from a background of a better school. I end on losing my scholarship due my grades. I ended up going back home and going to Community College. After going to school just 9 months, I then stop attending Community to work full time.
I was working 13 to 15 hours a day. I was one of two African American working at that company. I felt like I didn't belong due to some of the comments that my White co workers joked about African Americans. I then quit that job and join the Army. I had been in the Army for 19 years working as an Operating Room Technician. I work in an environment to all the staff have a College degree. I have one year before retiring so I decided to go to Decry to earn a degree in Technical Management.
During my teenage years, I and my friends imagined being the eclectic combination of frontiersmen and Renaissance Men. The ideal they conceived provided them the courage to expect any thing out of life. They accepted that they had the proficiency and power to do anything they liked in life as well as or better than men of any race. I first used my credo when he attacked the medium of music, participating in an intense music program for twelve years at the Frederick Douglass School in Eastern Arkansas City. Although he obtained melodious teaching in numerous devices as well as idea, he held a high preference for the trumpet and was gifted sufficient to obtain training from the conductor of the Eastern Arkansas town Orchestra. (Kondo, 1990)
I took part in playing at many concerts, marches, bands, and celebrations for the town. During the midst of my study, he did not lose sight of my desire to be a Renaissance man, however, and spent time playing football, working at small jobs, and experimenting in electronics.
In 2001, I left Eastern Arkansas and headed to the Tuskegee Institute in Alabama to study music, with the help of a scholarship he had won from the state of Eastern Arkansas. One of my music teachers at the school was Hazel Harrison who would later introduce me to Alain Locke, a New Negro thinker, who would lead me to my writing career years later through connections to Langston Hughes and Richard ...