You know where we all kick it. And kicking it has everything to do with the shoes on your feet. They’re everywhere you are. Deciding where to post our legs and stand, or cut them in half and sit, depends on a number of factors.

For a campus where all racial groups are represented, Sacramento State has a pretty diversified community of segregated cultural bands. On campus I see predominantly owned areas of color. Many students associate outside of class with their own race. Why? Racial groups are magnets of safety.

East Indians eat together, Blacks hold it down in front of Mendocino Hall, we have the Filipinos on the benches in the Quad in front of the library, and the Asians dominate the Union. Whites, on the other hand, constitute 46 percent of the University’s population, so they hang out all over the campus, together. The Hispanics on this campus, they travel in packs.

I’m surprised that water fountains haven’t sprouted at each of the cultural migration grounds claiming the water holes sacred to each clan. Would we feel indifferent, drinking from the fountain while others, all from a different tribe watched?

Conformity breeds mediocrity throughout our school because we choose to segregate ourselves into groups where we feel comfortable. The diverse divisions of our school are abundant; still, we fail to truly know each other.

I began a journey to ask different cultural representatives at school why they thought racial groups segregated themselves from the diversified population on this campus. I spoke to individuals rather than groups as a whole; because when I saw them with each other it was harmonious, and I felt the satisfaction in the fact that being with your own people makes you happy.

They all gave the same reasons; such as, “That’s who I’m the most comfortable with,” or “have more in common with,” and “want to learn more about,” and “have grown up around.”

But we are grown, and are still stunting a major part of our education by conforming to the apparent “breeding grounds” of segregation. We feed the gap that separates us, by forming these culturally deep-rooted and beautiful societies based purely on heritage.I was scared to break into the Asian population shooting pool and playing ping-pong to join a setting in which I didn’t feel I belonged. Beginning to believe that I had no reason to sit at the all Black tables in front of the Pub and integrate myself showed me that I just didn’t care enough to bother.

It was the same with all of the races that I interviewed. We don’t care to belong. We are either scared, or don’t have the desire. And neither attitude is cool.

Segregation led to the integration of our schools letting diversity flourish! For some reason, conformity has been imbedded into the by-laws of this procedure and we continue to kick it, chill with, hang out, or unify, by our cultural heritage.

I would never argue that we shouldn’t embrace the whole of our culture, but school is handing us a vital opportunity to change, cross lifelines with other cultures and not just shake the hand that is extended, but to embrace it.

For the people who hang out in the middle, between the races, you’ve got the right idea. By never forgetting who you are, or what race and where you come from, you give the strength to make these connections.

Embracing the cultures present around you, you are guides on the path to understanding and communication.

So where’s the party at? Right here.

We all have our own clubs or groups, whether fraternal, a separate organization, or a group of friends.

We should come together and throw a party.

Separated communities of people create units of power. Together we can run this school to how we see fit. We know, or we’ll find out, what cultures can get down together.

We’ll have a phat party, a rager, a fiesta, a kegger, a debut of an all nations food consortium that spreads the love of every culture into your mouths and brains. You down?

Eat different style foods, listen to all genres of music, drink a beer with every race, take a shot of cultural Courvoisier, and pick up on all of our nation’s diverse population of women.

As an aside, the Alumni Association told me that they have money in an inactive Student Alumni Council account that they would like to activate.

Let’s open it by bringing the whole campus together.

The message is: spread love.

Peace.