state of the black green union

As I take a look around at my Greek Fraters and Sorors, many emotions begin to arise. They range from pride to pity but the one that prevails in most instances today is disappointment. I am a member of Iota Phi Theta Fraternity, Inc. That makes me the baby of the NPHC. Since I have become a member I have realized that you truly have to have a thick skin to be an Iota. I have been persecuted by many of my Greek families simply for being a brother of this still fledging organization. Though my main focus of this note is not the often blatant disrespect for my org., it is an example of what we've reduced ourselves to as not only Greek men and women but BLACK men and women. If you look at if from a Biblical analogy, we are the proverbial adams and eves of black Greek life. We were all created to give voice to a people who have none. To be servants of the community in which we live to strengthen the bonds so that we will not forget where we come from and know where we're going. However, we've bitten the forbidden fruit of pride, ignorance, and arrogance and we've lost paradise ever since. What will it take for us to realize that we are a family? Have we forgotten that our ancestors were ripped from their families and sold into slavery? Have we forgotten that they were broken from their tribes so that they could not communicate easily with each other and revolt? Do you not remember that despite their tribal affiliations and differences in language that they still managed to bond together to create new families? This blood still runs through our veins and our ancestors legacies are now made a mockery of by the Black Greek Organizations across the country.