“What’s Homecoming, Mr Whitaker?”
It’s a time of the year, usually late October, when all alumni, family and friends gather at the college for food, football and friends. It’s a time to catch up with tons of your brothers and sisters that you haven’t seen since, whenever. But when you see them it’s like you never left one another. It’s a time to sit around with your old roommate and laugh, sometimes cry. You call those who are missing and remind them that they better be here next year. You hug strangers and friends, because it’s Homecoming. *most of the time you have forgotten their names, but you play it off. You rush to bear hug an old professor. Proudly, you introduce them to your family. You hold back a tear as they look at you with great pride.
It’s old tradition meets new traditions all looking to keep this wonderful investment vibrant and flourishing.
It’s a huge family reunion, cook out, tailgate party, market and football game all rolled up into a weekend.
Since I attended Morehouse, Homecoming means more and more to me each year I get further down the Alumni Road. We’ve merged our Homecoming with Spelman’s and we call it Spelhouse Homecoming, now.
I made some of my dearest friends on these red clay hills. To this very day I speak to many of my Morehouse Brothers every week. Sometimes we talk multiple times a week. We’ve celebrated every stage of life together. God willing they will be by my side at the end. Yeah Homecoming means a lot to me and to say “Happy Homecoming” to a stranger, friend or my own kids just gives me a chance to celebrate what Morehouse (and Spelman) mean to me. I hope that maybe one or two of you will consider enrolling and finishing your education at Morehouse or Spelman. That way in so many years when I see you in late October we’ll both say “Happy Homecoming!”