In Greek mythology, the phoenix rises from the despair of destruction to the ecstasy of excellence.
Although that is an apt reference to the great news announced on July 31 concerning Cheyney University, an even better and even more culturally applicable reference is "And Still I Rise," Maya Angelou's 1978 poem about rising above the obstacles white society places upon its black members. In it, she proclaims:
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise."
Cheyney — the oldest black institution of higher learning in America, founded in 1837– rises, thanks to Gov. Tom Wolf, state Rep. and Pa. Legislative Black Caucus Chairman Jordan Harris, state Sen. and Cheyney University Council of Trustees Member Vincent Hughes, Cheyney University President Aaron Walton, Cheyney University Council of Trustees Chairman Robert Bogle, and others.
They all came together last week to announce the creation of the school's on-campus Institute for the Contemporary African-American Experience (ICAAE), which is a cultural solutions-oriented think tank that will involve a collaboration with Thomas Jefferson University's Medical College, Epcot Crenshaw Corp., and Starbucks Foundation to promote the academic, employment, and community service interests of Cheyney students. That's wonderful news, most notably regarding Starbucks, assuming it doesn't call the cops on black students for "loitering" in classrooms. But I digress.
Cheyney, an all-time great institution, during the past several years has had to confront an all-time low student enrollment along with an all-time high budget deficit. Although it continues to do so, the future looks bright thanks to the recent news. But why was the recent past so dismal? Was it the result of self-inflicted wounds or something external?
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It was clearly something external. Here's the proof:
But the past is the past. The aforementioned elected officials and corporate leaders deserve tremendous accolades for doing the right thing. That right thing — first and foremost — must be to maintain Cheyney's historic mission of educating black students.
That right thing is unlikely to have ever been done if not for the raucous but focused activism and federal court litigation of the coalition Heeding Cheyney's Call and members of the extended Cheyney family. Now, everyone from the governor to Cheyney's incoming class deserves praise because they all helped — and are helping — Cheyney to rise again.
As Angelou concluded in her poem:
"Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise. I rise. I rise."
That great poet could've easily been referring to Cheyney University.