Um, "a special welcome for admitted students of color"? What? It reads like they just this year updated the letter, last year it said "a separate colored mixer". Come on! 1994? Yikes.
To answer LaSuprema's comment (LaSuprema is one of those cool lifelong Austinites who was here when all the cool shit was happening before Californians like me came and fucked everything up), the special welcome for students of color was actually a very early '90s thing. The Ladycollege, like other private liberal arts schools, was very much at the forefront of the PC movement (if you could call it a movement). African-American students of the day reported they didn't feel very integrated, and there had been a few racial incidents on campus (I think on the level of "dumbass bitch wrote the N word on a black student's dry-erase board," not all-out riots). The LC is a very white place in the middle of a very white community, so the college has to do what it can to make urban-raised ladies-of-color want to spend four years at Barbara Bush's alma mater. So as a way to recruit students of color, they'd have recruitment weekends specifically tailored for them. I never went to one, so I don't know if they were patronizing bullshit or what. In 1995, the Ladycollege inaugurated its first President-of-Color, so I'm guessing it was not patronizing. But I can't say.
So although it sounds like they're segregating, they're actually trying, in their adorable little early-nineties way, to integrate.
They also forced incoming students of all colors (esp. white ones) to sit through six hours of "diversity training," which amounted to having to listen to a couple of overbearing, self-righteous upperclasswomen tell all the white straight students that we were racist and homophobic and then have the non-white and/or queer students get up and tell a story about how they were oppressed in high school and, with any luck, start crying. I got the feeling that the facilitators weren't happy unless they got at least one person to turn on the water works. I wasn't cool enough to skip it or, in the style of the great M. A. Brooks, get up and completely fuck with the facilitators. I'm cool enough now, but at eighteen I was still in obedience mode.
I can tell you that diversity training was not responsible for preventing me from committing a hate crime during those four years. I don't know why I never did, but something inside me just didn't want to hate a bitch for the color of her skin or the rainbow rings around her neck. I accredit that to common sense, a decent upbringing, C-Juana High, and not being a douchebag.
So that's the long answer to that.