My name is Antonius Slander. Who am I? A tall, good-looking young black man living in Boston. I'm also the most demanding man on the planet. In life, you've got to have standards. That's what my father, Morehouse College graduate Stanley Slander, taught me. He's the Senior Partner of Slander & Cornwell, one of the top personal injury law firms in Atlanta. My mother, Spellman College luminary Elisabeth Alters was no slouch either. She became one of the first black female instructors at the Southern Georgia Military Academy. I come from a family of achievers. I push myself. Always. It's what enabled me to win an academic scholarship to Roark College, one of the best private schools in New England. This is my story.
Roark College is located in the town of Wareham, Massachusetts. The school was founded in 1980 and has a student body of twenty nine hundred persons. It's evenly split between male and female pupils. That's as far as their diversity goes. The school is eighty percent white and twenty percent ethnic and racial minority. Isn't that cool? Roark College is famous not for its academics but for the size of its sports programs. For a Division Three School, it certainly is an athletic powerhouse. Makes me glad I go there. I used to play Baseball and Soccer back in high school. In college, I became a strict nerd, I guess. I major in Engineering, which explains a lot.
Roark College's Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Swimming, Rugby, Volleyball, Soccer, Rowing, Ice Hockey, Football, Golf, Fencing and Wrestling along with Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Swimming, Rugby, Volleyball, Soccer, Rowing, Ice Hockey, Field Hockey, Fencing, Golf and Equestrian. They compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association's Division Three. Roark College doesn't offer athletic scholarships. The sports teams have won numerous NCAA awards in Football, Men's and Women's Volleyball, Men's and Women's Basketball, Men's Baseball, Men's Wrestling, Men's Golf and Men's and Women's Fencing.
I'm not a student-athlete but I fully support the sportsmen and sportswomen of Roark College. Our sports teams are collectively known as the Rattlers and Lady Rattlers. Did I mention the founder of the school is originally from Texas? That explains the name. When I got to Massachusetts, I tried my best to assimilate. I joined the Men's Squash Club at school and I began dating this young Caucasian lady named Francesca Samson. She was tall and cute, a bit on the thick side, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She also had the biggest butt I've seen on a white woman in a long time. Yeah, I was into her. Our relationship was okay, I guess. For three years, I went to my classes and aced my courses. I had all white friends. I had a white girlfriend. I didn't socialize with any of the black male or black female students on campus. I turned down all offers to join the Black Student Union. How could this be? I was a black man. But I didn't like hanging around these students. They were always in trouble for this or that. Bad company. The white students occasionally got in trouble too, but my brothers and sisters were overrepresented among the troublemakers.
Yeah, I was doing what my parents always feared I would end up doing. I was selling out, at least in the eyes of the black community. That sucks. The black students on campus didn't like me. Some of them were really weird. They felt that because I was one of theirs, I should be into smoking and partying. I wasn't. I played Squash, went to class and hung out with Francesca and our mutual friends. Everything was alright, I guess. Until the day I caught sight of a rather sexy and very voluptuous temptress. Ebony Fargo. Who is Ebony Fargo? A tall and thick, large-breasted and big-booty young black woman I ran into in one of my classes. I've never seen a booty like that. I caught her looking at me and I was lusting. Big-time. From the way she looked at me, I could tell that the attraction was mutual.
When I went back to my dormitory that day, I was still thinking about Ebony. I had a date with Francesca. We went to the movies together. Don't get me wrong. I liked Francesca. She was alright. Sex with her was fine. It's just that I wasn't that into her. Not anymore. I grew up in Atlanta. Surrounded by fine-looking and intelligent black women. I liked black women. My only issue with them was their seemingly eternal anger and the disdain with which they viewed most black males. A lot of black women treat the black men in their lives like dirt, and yet they get mad when they see a brother dating a woman of another race. That's just not cool. Does every black woman have an attitude problem? I've never seen a happy black couple, with the exception of my parents and grandparents.