Tuesday, February 8, 2011

What Black History Month Means To Me

Another February has rolled upon us, which means that Black History Month has arrived. Now, while I don't begrudge or belittle anyone that happens to celebrate this occasion, I am not one of those that does. Before you knock me for it, please allow me to explain my reasons.

First, there are far too many contributions by black people to fit into the shortest month of the year. From Benjamin Banneker to Madame CJ Walker and all those in between, 28 (or sometimes 29) days is far too short of a time period to really grasp and understand what those great people created. It took them far longer than a month to reach and realize their greatness...why should we be any different?

Second, when I attended public schools, learning about Black History Month was more of a side note than actual curriculum. I remember learning about the Pilgrims on January 31, learning about Martin Luther King, Jr. on February 1-28, and going back to the Pilgrims on March 1. Of course, I am using those topics as an example, but the main idea holds true.

Third (and the most personal reason), I didn't start being black in February. My blackness began when I was created and it still lives on in me regardless of the calendar. Am I supposed to feel prouder in February than I am in August? Am I supposed to see something different when I look in the mirror in February? Am I supposed to feel better about myself and who I am and what I look like because of this month? I was created in God's image and when I look in the mirror and I see my brown eyes, my full hips and my medium dark skin, that doesn't go away because a new day has come. 

So while I will happily join you in singing "Lift Every Voice and Sing", I'll ask you to keep singing it the other 11 months of the year. While I will happily learn and study more about Black History and listen to stories of struggle, heartache, pain and prosperity, I'll listen and learn at any given time that the opportunity presents itself and I ask that you, no matter your race, will do the same.

2 comments:

Thee_Kween said...

Amen! I do indeed agree with you. It's not even about how "short" the month is. The difference between 28/29 days and 30/31 days isn't that much...but the concept of lumping us and Latinos into separate months of appreciation is like letting your pet sleep with you on their birthday and summoning them to the doghouse every other day of the year...lol

Okay, maybe not THAT harsh...but you get my meaning. lol

Nice post, sis.

s/n: The verification word is "bystabb" O_o

The God'ess said...

LMAO...if you would have said the verification word was "squirrel", I would have peed on myself!

And it is THAT harsh. Hmph!