I came [to Texas Southern University] in 1956. And I found myself having to do a lot of catch-up at the same time trying to maintain myself. This is one of the things you’re taught. So coming from a small town—whatever you do—you go off to the big city but maintain yourself. I came here and found myself during the middle of the struggle…of the civil rights movement…so I found a niche for myself to paint and to draw and not get caught up into some things those others were. But I did not really find myself having anything that I really wanted to speak and say. This was formulated much, much later.
What I remember is just being so amazed. I said, “My—I am a part of Houston now. This is where my roots are.” We were not allowed off campus (I lived in the dormitory as a freshman) except in groups. We’d go downtown and go shopping—window shopping, really—and just looking around in groups. I’d just look up at the tall buildings. I guess they could tell we were new, and probably from the country. So mine was a learning experience for me, more or less about life and my position and where I stand, rather than the promotion of my art at the time.
I would say I was a good all-around student, and I had a whole lot of encouragement. I even received a scholarship, and it was for my being a good all-around student. My art grades were good, but I held me back. [Dr. John Biggers] helped me with the scholarship. You know we considered him somewhat like our father—and his wife, she was the same way. [If] she found out any of us [was] in trouble with finances or anything, she’d let him know it. And he called me into his office and said, “Miss McClennan, it’s a good thing you were a good student. You got a guardian angel.” So he told me about a scholarship, and this was after I had to take a break and go home because my father was ill. So I came back and he had a scholarship for me.