As a freshman, coming by train from Nashville, Tennessee, I found my first day at Morehouse memorable. My first task after getting off the train was to find a taxi to the college, and, growing up in the segregated South, I knew to go to the section where the black taxi drivers were located. After finally negotiating the ride, I arrived at Morehouse College in a severe rain storm which convinced me that Graves Hall was about to slide down the hill. I entered Graves Hall and came face to face with Mrs. Archer, who looked at me and said, "What do you want" "I came to get a room assignment," I said.
This began an amazing journey that continues to positively influence my life today. This influence began on the first Tuesday in Chapel when I first heard Dr. Benjamin Elijah Mays.