Personal Roots: A college community and culture develops out of the individuals who are part of that community. Here, participants explain the unexpected paths that brought them to the College at Old Westbury. From the corridors of the White House, the Yale Divinity School, Panamanian barrios, and rural North Carolina to Bensonhurst, Brooklyn and Long Island’s tony enclaves, the College at Old Westbury drew a diverse group of administrators, faculty and students.
My Father Was an Anarchist
Elizabeth Ewen
Third Generation of Slavery
Samuel von Winbush
I Thought of College As an R&R
Frank Miata
No Espacio Politico
Carlos Russell
Little Harris Has Been
Up North One Year
Harris Wofford
My Father Was a Chef;
My Mother Was a Civil Servant
Dr. Calvin Butts
Be a Man
Samuel von Winbush
Planted the Seed
John Maguire
I Always Had a Book
Samuel von Winbush
Social Transformation
Carlos Russell
Where the Pavement Ended and the Black Community Began
Harris Wofford
My Father Was a Fireman
Francis Koster
You Should Go to College
Dr. Calvin Butts
No High School for Blacks
Samuel von Winbush
We Have a Student Here from Atlanta, Georgia
John Maguire
Highway One
Samuel von Winbush
I Identified with People Who
Were Marginal
Elizabeth Ewen
Shriver’s Siren Call
Harris Wofford
Why Don’t You Go To
Graduate School?
John Maguire
The State Took His Farm by
Eminent Domain
Samuel von Winbush
I Was the Only Woman in These Seminars Filled with Men
Elizabeth Ewen
Your Friend Dr. King
John Maguire
