Randolph University’s Department of Athletics treated student-athletes as if they were property rather than human beings. Someone ought to tell them...that slavery has been outlawed since the late 1800s. I swear, if the media knew how they treated us, there would be an outcry. Or maybe there wouldn’t be. According to the school administrators, us student-athletes had it easy and shouldn’t complain. In fact, we should all just play and keep our mouths shut. I can understand how someone might get. "I didn't want to worry her and maybe make her come out here or try to get me to move there. She and dad don't need that kind of trouble; they are trying to retire and take it easy. I probably wouldn't have told her about Belinda at all if the insurance company hadn't sent something to our old address and it got forwarded to mom. I told her that it was a marriage of convenience and would probably be over soon. I think I already saw the writing on the wall by then."Ken was being whipsawed by all. Khozem would be alone to do whatever he pleased with the Organization. He relished the thought of putting ideas into action, taking initiatives, and implementing a high-octane approach towards a problem which would not go away. He spent most of his preparation pacing to and fro like a leader on the verge of a great battle, like Napoleon at Austerlitz, or gaining full support and control, like Stalin over the Bolsheviks. Although Khozem tried in vain to brush personal glory aside, he could not. "My mom shops there; that could have been her car they tried to take. Thank you for taking that scum out, you sure put some moves on them," he said as he stuck out his hand for me to shake.As I stood to shake his hand there was a round of applause from the restaurant. The rest of the meal was mostly quiet. As patrons were leaving a lot of them said, "Nice job" or "Thanks" as they walked by.As we left to pay the bill the manager said "No bill; this one is on us. Thanks! Stop by anytime".A patron.