Last October, I sat nervously awaiting the email that would decide the trajectory of the next two years of my life. My phone buzzed. I picked it up, squeezing my eyes shut and whispering to myself one last time, âYouâll get in.â The words âCongratulations on your acceptance to Grady College!â flashed across my screen. I was exhilarated; the fact that I had been accepted to one of the top journalism schools in the country filled me with pride. At the time, I wasnât thinking about the fact that I was now a student in a college named after a white supremacist. It did not occur to me that if Henry W. Grady, the white supremacist after whom Grady College is named, was still around, I might not have been accepted due to my Asian heritage.