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After the coaches stepped in front of me during the Zulu parade to block a group of boys from St. Rose, things slowly but surely got better, both in the school building and on the practice field. Some of the…
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Besides what I was experiencing on the football field, there were some obstacles I encountered in the classroom as well. They weren’t all bad—some were actually much needed. Like Mrs. Robinson and Mrs. Parquet. Two strong Black women who didn’t…
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Walking into Destrehan High School for the first time was like stepping into a new world. I had come from St. John Parish, where the majority of my teammates and classmates were Black. But here, at Destrehan, I experienced something…
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A lot was going on during the early part of my freshman year. Inside the school building, the tension was thick. I felt irrelevant as a freshman, not just in class, but at football practice too. But things began to…
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Practicing was the highlight of each day. The thrill of competition. The joy of doing the hard things others didn’t want to do. And the quiet reward of hearing your name praised when folks didn’t think you were listening. As…
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My reason for attending Destrehan High School was simple: I wanted a fair shot to earn an athletic scholarship. Baseball was my first love and my main reason for transferring, but football was quickly becoming the defining factor. What I…
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Freshman year at Destrehan High School was more than just the start of high school, it was a turning point that tested every part of who I was: my faith, my focus, my identity, and even my safety. Moving from…
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After returning home from Florida, I transferred from East St. John to Destrehan High School. Summer football practice was underway, but I was late joining because I had just finished playing in the World Series for summer baseball. The day…
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The ride home from Florida was quiet. Two losses in one night. No championship. No closure. Just silence. But the toughest part wasn’t the loss. It was what came next. High school. I had no idea where I wanted to…
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Pensacola, Florida—we were on our way. We had a caravan of cars following each other. Along with our usual fans, we had family members and friends who decided to make it a vacation trip to come and support us. Regardless…
DM9: Beyond Boundaries 