Kevyn Perkins stopped cold when he saw the letters scrawled on the door to his dorm: “N—– go back” it said, inked in messy red marker. First he was blinded by confusion. Then rage. And then all he could think about was dropping out, finding a new school, escaping for good.
“I thought maybe I don’t belong here. So I called my brother and I said, ‘pick me up,’” said Perkins, 19, a freshman at the University of St.