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Abstract

I recall attending chapel five times a week and a sixth day on Sunday, since I was in the Sunday Morning Choir, Pop Dansby sat in the balcony with his chart of the seating arrangement and checked off those who were not present. As you progressed through the years from freshman to senior, your seating was moved closer to the podium.

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. He was standing erect, tall an imposing figure-as he said: "I welcome you, Men of Morehouse College." I recall this reverberating in my mind, the concept of "Men of Morehouse." In the South, at that time, being called a man was rare and feeling empowered by that phrase was even more unusual.

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