In my four years at the University of Richmond, 1978–1982, I felt embraced, welcomed, and sheltered. I am saddened that others are being proactively deprived of this same experience.
The university has recently announced it will retain the names of two controversial, racist historical figures on campus buildings. Upon learning of the decision, my prevailing feeling was not merely sadness but anger and disbelief. I cannot agree with the university administration’s decision to keep the names, nor do I agree with the reasoning.