Henry was an Undergraduate at YALE...check this out, on his application to Yale he wrote "As always, whitey now sits in judgment of me, preparing to cast my fate. It is your decision either to let me blow with the wind as a nonentity or to encourage the development of self. Allow me to prove myself."

Since it was in fact the Year 1968 and Dr King had earlier been whacked in April, when the admissions board at Yale had to make their decision regarding Henry's application/supplication to join the Elite upper crust of society, they caved ....

Now, what does everyone think I, Da Burg, wrote on my Harvard application that made me a shoe in for acceptance once it was read? Until the admissions board read my eassy, I was just another smart white middle class male trying to get a pass to the fast track for success....do you think I gave them something like Henry did where I ranted angrily about being born fucked up with a virtual death sentence from the idiot doctors of the day? Orrrrr....did Da Burg, borrowing (admittedly) heavily from the cultural breakthru hit of 1983, Risky Business and being inspired by Curtis Armstrong's character in that flick, tell the admissions board at Harvard that "You could use a guy like me at HArvard." By junior year in High school, I had indeed learned the literal meaning of "tit For Tat" and how it worked in the real world/economy....the school sluts and hotties all held me in special regard, and I them, for what I could and did give them...Cigs, booze, term papers, notes from home, the doctor, letters from parents saying it was okay for their daughter to fuck as many men as she wanted so just give her the fucking pill/medicine/contraceptive/abortion etc. I left it to the huge football players, and brooding misunderstood rebels, to FUCK the sluts and all the hottie cheerleader/girlfriends ... they took all the risks and had to put up with the bullshit. What I got was a staedy supply of blowjobs and handjobs in exchange for all that I provided, which often simply was a siz pack of wine coolers (remember Bartles & Jaynes?) and a sympathetic ear for the girls to bend. Their doltish football player gorilla boyfriends, while serving their purpose and ramming the girls' pipes while holding them against the wall, just had NO clue as to what young women really wanted or needed. I did. I was one of the earliest pioneers of the Friends-with-benefits movement, but with a client-whore twist added 80s pop style. I never had to push myself to class with my books on my lap in HS.

And thats how I got into Harvard.... I paid love....Henry louis Gates Made Race war