ENGLISH SPEECH CHADWICK BOSEMAN What You Fight For English Subtitles
It is a great privilege, graduates to address
you on your day, a day marking one of the
most important accomplishments of your life
to date.
This is a magical place, a place where the
dynamics of positive and negative seem to
exist in extremes.
I remember walking across this yard on what
seemed to be a random day, my head down lost
in my own world of issues like many of you
do daily.
I’m almost at the center of the yard.
I raised my head and Muhammad Ali was walking
towards me.
Time seemed to slow down as his eyes locked
on mine and opened wide.
He raised his fist to a quintessential guard.
I was game to play along with him, to act
as if I was a worthy opponent.
What an honor to be challenged by the goat,
the greatest of all time for a brief moment.
His face was as serious as if I was Frazier
in the Thrilla in Manila.
His movements were flashes of a path greater
than I can imagine.
His security let the joke play along for a
second before they ushered him away, and I
walked away floating like a butterfly.
I walked away amused at him, amused at myself,
amused at life for this moment that almost
no one would ever believe.
I walked away light and ready to take on the
world.
That is the magic of this place.
Almost anything can happen here.
HU!
You know!
Howard University, I was riding here and I
heard on the radio, somebody called it Wakanda
University.
But it has many names, the Mecca, the Hilltop.
It only takes one hour, one tour of the physical
campus to understand why we call it the Hilltop.
Every day is leg day here.
That’s why some of you have cars.
During my junior and senior years, I lived
in a house off campus at Bryant Street.
For those of you…
That’s right, Brian Street.
For those of you who don’t know what that
means that’s at the bottom of the hill where
the incline gets real.
Almost every day I would walk the full length
of the hill to Fine Arts where most of my
classes were, carrying all of my books, because
once you walked that far on foot, you are
not walking back home until it’s time to go
home for good.
But beyond the physical campus, the Hilltop
represents the culmination of the intellectual
and spiritual journey you have undergone while
you were here.
You have been climbing this academic slope
for at least three or four years.
For some of you, maybe even a little bit more.
Throughout ancient times, institutions of
learning have been built on top of hills to
convey that great struggle is required to
achieve degrees of enlightenment.
Each of you had your own unique difficulties
with the hill.
For some of you, the challenge was actually
academics.
When you hear the words Magna Cum Laude, Cum
Laude, you know that’s not you.
That’s not you.
You worked hard.
You did your best, but you didn’t make As
or Bs, sometimes Cs.
You never made the Dean’s list, but that’s
okay.
You are here on top of the hill.
I want to say something to that.
You know, sometimes your grades don’t give
a real indication of what your greatness might
be.
So it really is okay.
For others it was financial.
You and your family struggled to make ends
meet.
Every semester of your matriculation, you
had to stand in one line to get to another
line, to get to another line for somebody
that might help you.
You had to work an extra job or two, but you
are here.
For a lot of you, not all, but a lot of you,
your hardest struggle was social.
Some of you never fit in.
You were never as cool and as popular as you
wanted to be and it bothers you.
So your social struggles here became psychological.
Even though you made it up to hill, you carried
the baggage of rejection with you, but you
are here.
Some of you went through something traumatic.
You made it to the top of the hill, but not
without scars and bruises.
Some of you fit in too much.
You were on the yard rapping on your frat
block when you were supposed to be in class.
Or you got caught up into DC party life.
I know how that is.
I mean, we are right here in the midst of
the city.
Sometimes you forgot you were in school.
You probably could have graduated with honors,
but instead you are getting an “Oh yeah”
degree today.
Oh yeah, I have class.
Oh yeah, I have that paper due.
Oh yeah, I have a final.
You were literally too cool for school.
You waited until the last minute to do your
best work and it’s a wonder that you made
it up the hill at all because you carry the
baggage of too much acceptance.
Most of you graduating here today struggled
against one or more of the impediments or
obstacles I’ve mentioned in order to reach
this hill top.
When completing a long climb, one first experiences
dizziness, disorientation and shortness of
breath due to the high altitude, but once
you become accustomed to the climb, your mind
opens up to the tranquility of the triumph.
Oftentimes the mind is flooded with realizations
that were, for some reason harder to come
to when you were at a lower elevation.
At this moment, most of you need some realizations
because right now you have some big decisions
to make.
Right now I urge you in your breath, in your
eyes, in your consciousness, invest in the
importance of this moment and cherish it.
I know some of you might’ve partied last night.
You should, you should celebrate, but this
moment is also a part of that celebration.
So savor the taste of your triumphs today.
Don’t just swallow the moment whole without
digesting what has actually happened here.
Look down over what you conquered and appreciate
what God has brought you through.
Some of you here struggled against the university
itself.
This year, students protested and took over
the A building, formulated a list of demands
and negotiated with our president and administration
to determine the direction of our institution.
It’s impressive.
Similarly, during my years here at Howard,
we also protested and took over the A building
in order to preserve Howard’s alum, in order
to preserve Howard’s annual appropriations
from Congress.
President H. Patrick Swygert decided to reduce
the number of colleges at the university.
By his plan, Engineering would need to merge
with architecture.
Nursing would merge with Allied Health and
the Fine Arts, my school will be absorbed
by arts and sciences.
That’s how we saw it, absorbed.
For many of us in Fine Arts, this signaled
to us that our curriculums, all the curriculums
of students following us might become watered
down concentrations.
This undermined the very legacy we were proud
to be a part of and aimed to continue.
The Fine Arts program had produced Phylicia
Rashad, Debbie Allen, Isaiah Washington, Richard
Wesley, Donny Hathaway, Roberta Flack, just
to name a few.
We felt that…
Yes, yes.
You could go on and on.
You can go on and on.
You can go on and on.
We felt that we could compete with students
from Juilliard, NYU and Carroll Arts as long
as we continued to have a concentrated dosage
that rivaled a conservatory experience, but
without it…
Although we took over the A building for several
days and presented our arguments to President
Swygert and the administration, the schools
were still merged.
Thus, the current collection or formation
of schools exists.
That’s why I view your recent protest is such
an accomplishment for both sides of the debate,
student and administration.
I didn’t come here to take sides.
My interest is what’s best for the school.
A Howard University education is not just
about what happens in the classroom, students.
In some ways, what you were able to do exemplifies
some of the skills you learned in the classroom.
It takes the education out of the realm of
theory and into utility and practice.
Obviously, your organizational skills were
unprecedented.
I’m told that you organized shifts so that
you could at least continue some of your classes.
We missed all our classes.
We were in the A building.
I’m told that through donations, there was
always an ample helping of food.
I probably ate a slice of pizza during the
entirety of our three day protest.
Your organization and planning was impeccable.
You received the majority of your demands,
making a significant impact on those who came
after you.
As is often the case, those that follow most
often enjoy the results of the progress you
gained.
You love the university enough to struggle
with it.
Now, I have to ask you that you have to continue
to do that even now that you received your
demands.
Even if you are walking today, you have to
continue to do that.
Everything that you fought for was not for
yourself.
It was for those that come after.
You could have been disgruntled and transferred,
but you fought to be participants in making
this institution the best that it can be.
But I must also applaud President Wayne Frederick
and the administration for listening to the
students.
Your freedom of speech was exercised in a
way where you can contribute to this place.
It also shows that you can contribute to the
democracy.
The administration and the campus police at
the time when I was protesting were not nearly
as open-minded as this current one.
I know this was a difficult time, but because
of both of you, I believe Howard is a few
steps closer to the actualization of its potential,
the potential that many of us have dreamed
for it.
Students, your protests are also promising
because many of you will leave Howard and
enter systems and institutions that have a
history of discrimination and marginalization.
The fact that you have struggled with this
university that you love is a sign that you
can use your education to improve the world
that you are entering.
I was on a roll when I entered the system
of entertainment, theater, television and
film.
In my first New York audition for a professional
play I landed the lead role.
From that play, I got my first agent.
From that agent, I got an onscreen audition.
It was a soap opera.
It wasn’t Third Watch.
It was a soap opera on a major network.
I scored that role too.
I felt like Mike Tyson when he first came
on the scene knocking out opponents in the
first round.
With this soap opera gig, I was already promised
to make 6 figures, more money than I had ever
seen.
I was feeling myself.
But once I got the first script and was so
problems.
You very often get the script the night before
and then you shoot the whole episode in one
day with little to no time to prepare.
Once I saw the role I was playing, I found
myself conflicted.
The role wasn’t necessarily stereotypical.
A young man in his formative years with a
violent streak pulled into the allure of gang
involvement.
That’s somebody’s real story.
Never judge the characters you play.
That’s what we were always taught.
That’s the first rule of acting.
Any role play honestly, can be empowering,
but I was conflicted because this role seemed
to be wrapped up in assumptions about us as
black folk.
The writing failed to search for specificity.
Plus, there was barely a glimpse of positivity
or talent in the character, barely a glimpse
of hope.
I would have to make something out of nothing.
I was conflicted.
Howard had instilled in me a certain amount
of pride and for my taste this role didn’t
live up to those standards.
It was just my luck that after filming the
first two episodes, execs of the show called
me into their offices and told me how happy
they were with my performance.
They wanted me to be around for a long time.
They said if there was anything that I needed,
just let them know.
That was my opening.
I decided to ask them some simple questions
about the background of my character, questions
that I felt were pertinent to the plot.
Question number one: Where is my father?
The exec answered, “Well, he left when you
were younger.”
Of course.
Okay.
Okay.
Question number two: In this script, it alluded
to my mother not being equipped to operate
as a good parent, so why exactly did my little
brother and I have to go into foster care?
Matter-of-factly, he said, “Well, of course
she is on heroin”.
That could be real, I guess, but I didn’t
want to assume that’s what it was.
If we are around here assuming that the black
characters in the show are criminals, on drugs
and deadbeat parents, then that would probably
be stereotypical, wouldn’t it?
That word stereotypical lingered.
One of the execs pulled out my resume and
began studying it.
The other exec was now trying to live up to
what they had promised me only a few moments
before, “If there is anything you need,
just let us know”.
She said, “As you have seen, things move really
fast around here, but we are more than happy
to connect you with the writers if you have
suggestions”.
“Yeah”, I said that.
“That would be great”.
I said, because I’m just trying to do my homework
on this.
I didn’t know if you guys have decided on
all the facts, but maybe there are some things
we could come up with, some talent or gift
that we can build.
Maybe he is really good at math or something.
He has to be active.
I’m doing my best not to play this character
like a victim.
“So you went to Howard University, huh?”
The exec holding my resume interrupted, peeking
over the pages.
“Yes”.
I said proudly.
He slid my resume back in his desk and said,
“Thank you for your concerns.
We will be watching you”.
I left the office.
I shot the episode I had come in to shoot
on that day.
Probably the best one I did out of the three
because I got one was bothering me off my
chest.
I was let go from that job on the next day.
A phone call from my agent, they decided to
go another way.
The questions that I asked set the producers
on guard and perhaps paved the way for less
stereotypical portrayal for the black actor
that stepped into the role after me.
As the scripture says, “I planted the seed
and Apollos watered it, but God kept it growing”.
God kept it growing.
Yet and still, when you invest in a seed,
watching it grow without you, that is a bitter
pill to swallow, a bitter pill.
Anybody that has ever been fired knows what
I’m talking about.
Even if you really don’t want the job, when
they let you go, it’s like any break up, you
act like you don’t care.
I didn’t need that damn job anyway.
I didn’t need them.
But when you have those moments alone, you
start to wonder if there was a better way
to handle it.
If you could have handled it better maybe
you could help your family.
Then before you know it, you are broke.
You find yourself scraping together change
just so you can ride the subway so that you
could get the next job.
May be if you could book something else that
would eclipse the feeling of doubt that’s
building, but it seems like you can’t pay
them to hire you now.
My agents at the time told me it might be
a while before I got a job acting on screen
again.
Well, that was fine because I never wanted
to act in the first place.
And I definitely didn’t want to be caught
dead going after a fake Hollywood pipe dream.
I’m more of a writer, director anyway, so
forget their stories.
I can tell my own stories.
But am I actually black balled.
We are hesitant about sending you out to some
people right now because there is a stigma
that you are difficult.
As conflicted as I was before I lost the job,
as adamant as I was about the need to speak
truth to power, I found myself even more conflicted
afterwards.
I stand here today knowing that my Howard
University education prepared me to play Jackie
Robinson, James Brown, Thurgood Marshall and
T’Challa.
But what do you do when the principle and
the standards that were instilled in you here
at Howard closed the doors in front of you.
Sometimes you need to get knocked down before
you can really figure out what your fight
is and how need to fight it.
At some point, my mind reverted back to my
experiences here, to the professors that challenged
me and struggled against me, Professor Robert
Williams, Doctor Singleton, George Epstein,
to name a few, the ones that will fail you
out of the goodness of their hearts.
This may be hard to grasp for some of you
right now, but I even considered President
Swygert and how negotiating with him was practice
for a world that was considerably more cruel
and unforgiving than any debate here, one
that had no interest in my ideals and beliefs.
How would I maneuver through all of this?
Finally, I thought of Ali in the middle of
the yard in his elder years, drawing from
his victories and his losses.
At that moment I realized something new about
the greatness of Ali and how he carried his
crown.
I realized that he was transferring something
to me on that day.
He was transferring the spirit of the fighter
in me.
He was transferring the spirit of the fighter
to me.
He was transferring the spirit of the fighter
to me.
Sometimes you need to feel the pain and sting
of defeat to activate the real passion and
purpose that God predestined inside of you.
God says in Jeremiah, “I know the plans I
have for you, plans to prosper you and not
to harm you, plans to give you hope and a
future”.
Graduating class, hear me well on this day.
This day, when you have reached the hill top
and you are deciding on next jobs, next steps,
careers, further education, you would rather
find purpose than a job or career.
Purpose crosses disciplines.
Purpose is an essential element of you.
It is the reason you are on the planet at
this particular time in history.
Your very existence is wrapped up in the things
you are here to fulfill.
Whatever you choose for a career path, remember,
the struggles along the way are only meant
to shape you for your purpose.
When I dared to challenge the system that
would relegate us to victims and stereotypes
with no clear historical backgrounds, no hopes
or talents, when I questioned that method
of portrayal, a different path opened up for
me, the path to my destiny.
When God has something for you, it doesn’t
matter who stands against it.
God will move someone that’s holding you
back away from the door and put someone there
who will open it for you if it’s meant for
you.
I don’t know what your future is, but if you
are willing to take the harder way, the more
complicated one, the one with more failures
at first than successes, the one that has
ultimately proven to have more meaning, more
victory, more glory then you will not regret
it.
Now, this is your time.
The light of new realizations shines on you
today.
Howard’s legacy is not wrapped up in the money
that you will make, but the challenges that
you choose to confront.
As you commence to your paths, press on with
pride and press on with purpose.
God bless you.
I love you, Howard.
Howard forever!