Friday, February 28, 2025

Dear Freeman

Dear Freeman,

This letter is one of gratitude from one of your mentees.

For the last three decades, you have been the ultimate mentor for me, a guide in so many ways. Always there to support, willing to make time for me.

I heard the stories about you before I ever stepped on your University of Maryland Baltimore County (UMBC) campus that you led for three decades, a gem on the higher education landscape and one known for producing an incredible number of Black PhDs.

“There’s a college president there who will make visits to students’ houses and sit in the living room to try to encourage them to come to UMBC. Not because they are athletes, but because they are smart.”

You have always made being a nerd a cool thing to be!

We then had the privilege to work together in planning the UMBC Freedom Seder, an event stemming from the Civil Rights Movement that uses Passover to bring the Black and Jewish communities together through the theme of freedom. I heard that you supported the event, and expected to meet you in the ballroom on the day of the event. But here you were, at all of the planning meetings with a bunch of undergrad students like me. Deferring to us as if we were the Board of Regents.

A servant leader in all ways. Always.

Dr. Hrabowski, I must take a moment to brag on you. Is that okay?

As a little boy from Birmingham, Alabama, you were great at doing two things: eating and learning. You were pretty darn good at both, from what you have shared with me.

At 19 years old, you graduated from college (Hampton Institute) with high honors in mathematics and then became a PhD in math at age 24.

However, I think it was the moment where you had to decide whether or not to march with the children of Birmingham in the summer of 1963 to protest the injustices of segregation that might have been a turning point in your life. Given a task from Dr. King to look after the younger children who were in jail with you, you saw your potential as a leader. Just a few months after that, you bore witness to four of your classmates being killed in the bombing of the 16th St. Baptist Church.

But you have never become bitter. Angry at injustice, yes. But you channel that in a loving way to the world.

No wonder there were calls for you to run for Governor of the State of Maryland or to leave UMBC for bigger schools.



I think a lot of my ways of being and doing stem from you. For instance, my insistence at looking at what people and communities do well, even though my medical profession focuses on the opposite. I look at two of the first books you penned, writing about successful young black men and women, wanting to dig into what factors made them achieve.

I am honored to be your student.

I am honored to carry on your legacy.

May your path continue to carry blessings. Enjoy every moment of retirement with Jackie and your grandson Elijah.

Thank you.

Ahe hee.

Ashe.


p.s. You now have a few more groupies to add to the LONG list thanks to this blog :)

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Writing to Heal friends and family - here is an 8-minute glimpse of Dr. Hrabowski, giving a closing speech at the 2025 American Conference on Education conference, offering us hope and perspective in this moment. Enjoy!



Wednesday, February 19, 2025

The World at our Table: How will we welcome them?

I took my seat in the makeshift meeting room around a big table, preparing to give a health talk to the refugees supported by Umoja. 

This organization was founded by Chantal Muhumure to empower refugee women, and is housed by St. Timothy’s church. Umoja (meaning “unity” in Swahili) offers vocational training, drivers education, English classes and health/wellness support.

On my side, the room continued to fill up with men, while a colleague prepared to speak to the women. Due to many of the attendees using public transportation, arriving on time was not as easy for them as it was for me, using my car.

Nothing was easy for these men, as I came to appreciate through their stories.

Introductions came first.

Countries around our table: Syria, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Venezuela, Guatemala, Rwanda, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

Languages spoken: Persian, Pashto, Arabic, Swahili, Kinyarwanda, Thai and Spanish.

Escaping from war and ethnic violence, each of these men had an incredible story of how they got to be here in New Mexico.

“We have the entire world at this table,” I reflected to them, as translators amongst us and Google translate did the work to get my message to each of them.

“What a beautiful thing, to look around this table and see how each of you have come to be here.”

I paused.

“I hope that our country shows you a welcome, a path toward being successful here, toward feeling a part of America.”

They shared openly and honestly about their fear in this moment. One shared that it was akin to being in someone’s house but fearing that the initial welcome wasn’t the reality. 

Unsure whether this country wants them or simply wants them deported.

The U.S. Refugee Resettlement Program, abruptly suspended in a matter of weeks. (Lawsuit challenging this was filed February 10th.)

These men were years and even decades into working through programs and processes to get to right here, at this table.

And the door was slamming shut on the support we promised to provide.

I looked around the table again, a glimpse of “the world” right here at America’s doorstep.

Dreams and hopes of escaping violence and genocide. Dreams and hopes of being a part of the American fabric.

Turning inward, I felt a deep sadness in thinking about the “welcome” we are providing our refugees and immigrants.

Suddenly, my health talk didn’t seem all that important.




Thursday, February 6, 2025

Run Your Race Today

As the day begins,

You lace up your shoes

Breathe deep

Give thanks

Toe the starting line

Off you go

Just run your race today

Letting go of other’s expectations or outside pressures

Run your race

At times you will be at full speed, sprinting like a child on the beach racing to water’s edge

At other times, you may slow to a trot, akin to kids’ speed when called to the kitchen to do the dishes

Just run your race today

Invite others to run alongside you; races of one aren't a whole lot of fun

Run your race

Give thanks for all that you are, perfectly you

Glow the radiance that is uniquely yours

Let your light shine, like the New Mexico sky

Smile big

Laugh lots

Play often

Run your race

Enjoy the journey, each and every step



A recent run (not race) with friends Dewayne, Chokri, Mike and Solomon under the gorgeous NM sky.