When I was in college back in the 90’s ( I know—the age of the dinosaurs) I had one focus. As the child of a share cropper’s son and a school teacher’s daughter, it had been instilled in me that education was the key to a better life. I was part of the first generation that didn’t experience state and federally sanctioned racism. I was free to chart my own course with nothing overtly obvious standing in my way. Despite getting pregnant and giving birth in my sophomore and junior year and slashing relationship ties with my ‘IBM,’ I managed to graduate from Loyola Marymount University on time and with honors. That’s it, right? That’s all we’re supposed to do and life will be great…won’t it?
It wasn’t until much later after graduation that I realized that I got through college with only half an education. I squandered perhaps the easiest and most organic opportunity I would ever have to meet and mingle with people of high socio-economic levels, who were well-connected and literally could have carried me on a zephyr to success and wealth.
—Money isn’t everything, but it sure is something.—
I found out about the second part of education quite by accident after I broke up with ‘baby daddy’ and met my current husband. He had already graduated from a prestigious university and came from a wealthy New England family. I became friends with his sister, who was an Ivy League graduate two times over, and boy—did I get a crash course on how college is often the incubator for wealth to perpetuate itself. Despite all the feminist ramblings, be clear: women of higher classes STILL go to institutions of higher learning to land a future rich and powerful husband. While black young women are taught to “keep their legs closed” and only focus on their studies, non-black women who were raised to know better are entering these institutions with a sense of entitlement that it is their birthright to marry well and rub elbows with the future titans of industry.