Carletta Higginson My earliest memories of Black History Month elicit images of Harriet [Tubman], Rosa [Parks], and Martin [Luther King Jr.].
Black and white visuals of the Civil Rights Movement were bookended by memorizing famous “firsts.” Every February, we engaged with Black life in the way one might a museum, quickly surveying each exhibit, reading brief summaries of pioneers and past relics.
At that age, Black History Month was an opportunity to look back, but in the present, I was the only Black girl in my lower Manhattan classroom.I arrived at NYU with plans to become a doctor.
Like so many eager undergraduates, a charismatic figure made me reconsider my entire trajectory. Her name was Claire Huxtable.
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