My parents came to Columbia in 1972, when I was two years old. My father, Kellis E. Parker, was the first black professor at the Law School. My interests were so scattered that I applied to a school of journalism, I applied to a phd program in anthropology, and I applied to the law school in Columbia, and I figured which ever I got first, I would just cancel the other applications. Columbia won, and my father was like “Hello? Of course you’re going to be a lawyer.”
I was right in front of him and he asked me if I did any sports at Pitt and when we finally made the connection he said “oh, I think I have a picture of you on my Facebook!” And there it was—a picture of us running against each other at that meet. The world is so small. What are the odds?!