There were about 250 students in Somerville high. Only three of us were Black. And I was one of the eight students who took the classical course load consisting of Latin, German, English, math, chemistry, physics, and ancient history. I was a considered a well-rounded student and seemly well liked. My teachers took an interest working with in me. I did well in my schoolwork, athletics and other activities as well. In football I played so hard one year that I broke my collarbone.

I was the cleanup man on the debate team and a soloist in the glee club. And it was at Somerville High that I first played “Othello” in a play.

I shied away from most social affairs, however. I was afraid that something unpleasant might happen. For I had learned that accomplishment could win respect and applause, but not full acceptance. I learned never to display arrogance, no matter how stellar I might have performed. My father had drummed into my head to “do nothing to give them cause to fear you, for then the oppressing hand, which might at times ease up a little, will surely become a fist to knock you down attain!”