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Society. Some of the members felt that placing another black on
the slate diminished the chance for Wake Forest to elect a black
Homecoming queen while others felt that the Society needed its own
representative. The younger members prevailed, and the Society
entered a candidate, too. I had been a strong advocate of black
identity and recognition of black history; so I was surprised and
hurt that I did not have the full support of the one group of students
that I thought might vote for me. As I reflect upon this situation
nearly forty years later, I understand fully the position of the Society
in 1971.
Nevertheless, that Saturday arrived, and I was excited about the
arrival of my family, the expected competitive football game (Can
you believe it? WF was expected to win!), and the chance to be a
college Homecoming queen. As I walked out on the football field,
the muscles in my legs quivered. My escort Gary Terrell of Atlanta,
GA held my arm, and we glided out on the field. With the echo
of each drum roll, the individual candidates were introduced, and
finally I heard my name announced as the 1971 Homecoming
queen. Unbelievable! Now thirty-eight years later, former classmates
still offer words of congratulations because we realized that together
we took this huge step toward mending the racial divide that history
had placed upon us. I have many fond memories to reflect upon
with respect to my college education. Being elected Homecoming
queen was an honor indeed.
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