As a child, my bedtime stories were of knights clad in gleaming, black suits who spoke of justice and equality for not only their people but for human beings as a whole. My heroes preached and prayed alongside one another for their stories were stained with the trials and tribulations of all people. As a child, going to college was never an option, but a privilege that should be treated as such. I grew up surrounded by individuals who truly knew what struggle was and understood what harm accompanied being denied the right to an education simply because you were black. After all, there wasn't even a high school in Murphy (where I grew up) that permitted African-Americans to attend until the early seventies. Our seclusion in the mountains of North Carolina allowed for segregation to carry on, way past its years. This further gave birth to intolerance, prejudice, and oppression.
However, my tale starts a little ways off. You see, I was born in Macon Georgia in October of 1996 to two parents who although were highly intelligent, lacked the mental stability required in order to support a family. …show more content…
Our intentions were to "rewrite" wrongs seen in our everyday lives. Since the start of our organization, our accomplishments include developing a two-year, tristate, youth writing contest as well as being named Wes-Net's 2014 1st place entrepreneurial winner and their 2015 2nd place community service award winner. This unique project has been developed from the ground up by more than 50 students in 5 counties. Our goal is to expose the true nature of a delicate, yet unbelievably capable group of individuals in an environment where our views and beliefs are often seen as