For the First Time in Its History, Four Women Lead the Cavalier Marching Band

As you find your seat in Scott Stadium on a sunny Saturday afternoon, you’re drawn to the shifting sights and sounds: the bright advertisements on Hoo Vision, the shouting fans, the acrobatics of the cheerleaders and dance team, as well as the rowdy student section. Suddenly, a cheer begins to ripple through the crowd, as a line of students carrying drums of different sizes emerges on the bright green field. Behind the drumline, tuba players stand at the ready.

Our Next-Door Neighbors

Why was anyone surprised?

Our university: adorned with shrines to the Confederacy, built on top of graves where slaves were buried after their backs were broken building its white columns. Where our president and deans speak of incredible diversity as they stand in front of the Confederate plaques at the Rotunda. Where we black students try to push back that little voice in our heads asking:

“Do they really mean it?”

“Why is OAAA confined to former slave houses on Dawson's Row?”

“Why is the Multicultural Student Center hidden away in a basement?” 

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