Agricultural and Technical State University - Ayantee Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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mamBmam Forward As we grow and live each day, we go through changes that have different effects on different persons. For some, the change is gradual; and for some the change is so sudden that we are caught completely unaware. Part of the changes we go through comes through experience— experience with various, events persons, and places. Even though some experiences may vary in respect to kinds and effects, we still ex- perience anyway. Experience helps make us what we are — as a person or as a group — particularly the Aggie family. We, here in Aggieland, are a unique unit of a bigger, much more powerful group — The Black People. In this respect, our experience is also a unique one. Unique in the fact that we face completely different problems and we respond in completely different ways, for so much of our experiences come in conflict with the norms of another culture that we are expected to live by. This is how our experiences face us as a group of Black People. As a unique unit within that group, we function in many ways as a family. A family which may expe- rience many problems as we try, desperately a times, to function together in the many facets of university life. At times, our experiences may hinder or influence our actions as individuals, but again, we must realize that our experiences help us to grow and mature into the competent leaders of our beautiful Black race. In fulfilling our potentials as individuals, as members of the Aggie family, and as a group of Black peo- ple, our experiences are uniquely different from any other group of people. Our experiences make us what we are and what we will become. Our experience is A BLACK EXPERIENCE.

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The Ayantee 1972 a t state university greensboro. n. c. heien butler, editor-in-chief thurman daniel, associate editor paula foster, business manager mrs. barbara burgess, advisor Volume XXVII rm ' iiit i ' P 4 I .

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This is Not My Country! by Martin Moore This country is not of me, because it has prostituted democracy. I lieeird tlie bells of Greedom rini;; but that did not mean a tiling. Our Freali White Fatliers, authors of Lilierty: yet tliey never wrote for me. On every American mountainside; just too many Black men have died. O ' beautiful, for spacious sky: still beneath you, my lirotlier die. Land of the Pilgrim ' s pride; land where white racism thrives. O ' Black brother lift Thy voice and sing; O ' Black brotlier lift Thy sword and swing. When courage flows in your veins; go out and make your enemies as lains. For us to live another day and night; we must all join in this fight. My country lis of Thee; suppression and misery. For the love of God and tlie love of Man; Brother of Black take your stand. ; . A nd from sea to shining sea, let thy mighty Black Struggle be! . ' li ' tl