| the history of wake forest
It never occurred to me that November 3, 1971, would
hold a special place in my journey through Wake Forest. The
morning was typically chilly and gray, and the coolness of the dor-
mitory room tickled my ankles as I gingerly placed my feet onto
the cold linoleum floor. My first thought that morning was that my
parents and sister were coming to visit for the day, and my mother
would bring one of those great dinners that southerners dream
about in their sleep. Chicken, potato salad, fresh tomatoes and okra,
homemade rolls, and a juicy apple pie were coming down the road
from Petersburg, Virginia, just for me.
To win the Homecoming contest was inconceivable. Wake For-
est students, teachers, and administrators were on the threshold
of understanding the nature and culture of students who were not
of European descent. Therefore, I felt honored to be nominated by
the men’s residence hall Poteat House for the Homecoming court,
and there was no pressure to win. I was clearly in the minority
with respect to the student body and the other candidates, and
there were fewer than thirty black students on campus whose vote I
hoped to obtain.
Surprisingly, the Afro-American Society struggled with the
decision to nominate its own candidate since the Society wanted
representation on the Homecoming Court. Although I was unde-
niably of African-American descent, I was not an official represen-
tative of the Society since I was the nominee of Poteat House. The
decision to nominate another black candidate generated an excru-
ciating and lively discussion late one evening at a meeting of the
in retrospect
A Queen Remembers
By Beth Norbrey Hopkins (B.A., 1973)
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