Being an African-American male at Whitman College which is only two percent black is a very unique experience. You learn a lot about yourself, where you came from, and you have a lot of interesting experiences along the way. Hopefully by reading you can see a little of what it is like for me regarding being a minority at Whitman, enjoy.
You feel like one of the greats such as Obama, the first African-American President or Guion Stewart Blue-ford, Jr., the first African American astronaut since being a black male at Whitman feels just as unique and rare as being a black president or black astronaut.
Or you feel stupid or out of touch with your own culture because you chose to go to a school that puts African-Americans in such a small minority.
People will have a harder time questioning your actions because if they do you can just retort that your actions are unique to your own culture. (Even if they aren't.)
You feel like you're the shit because you're so original.
You are pulled in every direction of leadership because the school needs you so much for your skill, otherwise known as being black. (Something you were born with.)
You wonder how all the white people around you would do in this situation.
And then cringe when you imagine what their attempts at cultural-assimilation would look like.
You feel like Superman because you are practicing a skill every day that most people are not practicing: cross-culturalism.
Being an African-American male who is not on a sports team at Whitman, you might as well be psychic.
Are you on the basketball team?
When the hair touching occurs, cue high pitch violins screeching in suspense.
Leaving you feeling like...
When a statistic about black men comes up in class and you're the only black male in the class.
Running away from the basketball court as fast as possible because people have this preconceived assumption that you're good and you don't wanna disappoint. (For me at least.)
Everyone expecting you to dance, but then you actually do show up and show out while everyone is watching.
Being famous at Whitman since everyone at the school is able to recognize your face even if they do not know your name.
Being sad because no one ever references Madea or the Wayans Brothers.
Getting furious when the wobble at a party comes on, but no one does the dance.
People only like, but do not love, fried chicken and Kool-Aid.
Getting caught off guard by how much these white males know.
Realizing that you get stronger from any hardships you might have to deal with being a black male at Whitman College. 
