The bottom line is all divisions are artificial. I often say to me and others: "I am who I am; I am that I am." I am I. Nothing can be adequate or sufficient enough to describe who I am. Even I don't know all of what I am. I am a singular existence, a mysterious yet puzzling gift of God that can communicate with others. I am a bit of Koreanness, a bit of other who entered my life, a bit of American by education and experience for the past 23 years, and still a bit of a cosmopolitan that I belong everywhere because I live on the earth. I belong somewhere in between all of the above spheres, and other times I feel I belong nowhere.
When I crossed the cultural boundary between the Asian/Korean culture and the African/American culture about thirteen years ago coming to this school, I had a belief that I could communicate well with my students and faculty and that I could learn something that I had never learned before. It is true that I didn't have any particular problems simply because I was and am Asian/Korean in this predominantly African/American community. Rather, my minority was affirmed as a colleague and brother. My scholarship was reaffirmed by my colleagues. I could also contribute to the well informed educational program rooted in African heritage. I tried to be who I am and opened myself up to new learning.