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Historically Black Colleges and Universities (HBCUs) are more than academic institutions; they are cultural spaces that affirm identity, foster community, and support resilience for Black students. For many, attending an HBCU is not merely an academic choice but a decision to be in a culturally affirming environment. Yet this choice often comes with a significant financial burden, forcing students and families to make difficult trade-offs between cultural belonging and econom

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