| No Images? Click here   Beyoncé, me and the HBCU I should have gone toBeyoncé's Coachella performance on Saturday was more than a concert, it was a soul-stirring, praise-worthy, black homecoming-esque experience that snatched our wigs and reminded us of the beauty of black institutions. HuffPost contributor Mikelle Street captured this in him latest essay in which she examines what regrettably prevented him from attending an HBCU. Get into it below:As far back as I can remember, I have been in close physical proximity to historically black colleges and universities and their culture. Before elementary school, I lived in Gonzales Gardens, a now-demolished plot of government housing in Columbia, South Carolina. Our home was two blocks from two HBCUs: Benedict College and Allen University. In fact, my mother worked in the kitchen of one for a time.While we would eventually move from those projects to a two-bedroom apartment and then to a three-story home in the suburbs, I would return year after year, month after month to Benedict and Allen for a variety of experiences.Those moments came rushing back when I watched Beyoncé perform on stage at Coachella this past weekend, with a troop of 100-plus dancers and musicians, many of whom were HBCU alumni, putting the black collegiate experience on display. And I was reminded that I ultimately chose not to attend those schools, and instead set my sights on whiter pastures. In case you missed it
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