This is exactly how I feel. Jews don’t have a month. Native Americans don’t have a month. Are we so inept at appreciating ourselves, loving ourselves and educating ourselves about ourselves and our history, our self-worth, our own suffering and Holocaust in America that we need to be pacified with a month?
Some things don’t make you better. They make you dependent. And they diminish you while appearing to celebrate and empower you.
I don’t know about you. But I am living BLACK HISTORY everyday. I experience BLACK HISTORY everyday. My parents and their parents and their foreparents, as far Black as our generation may have existed here in America, are BLACK HISTORY.
A month doesn’t honor the immeasurable human sacrifices, injustices, inhumanities and sufferings that is uniquely BLACK HISTORY.
I am BLACK HISTORY everyday.
Tell your story. represent your own family’s experiences, achievements, progress, fame, sufferings and sacrifices and especially present day circumstances.
Many of us are not as free and equal as we have been deceived to believe. Even with an African American President, open and clandestine murders and assassinations of unarmed Blacks, regardless of financial or social status, has risen and is directly related to the fact that a BLACK MAN with an ABSOLUTE QUEEN by his side, is NOW The MOST POWERFUL MAN ON EARTH.
Somebody is angry to the point of insanity and brazen racial terrorism. I think the fact that President Obama won a second term as PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES of AMERICA and has been successful at leading this country out of the mess that President Bush left this country in, has forced the cowardly nefarious elements of racial terrorism to reveal themselves.
The picture above is not real but racist paraphernalia that was found by undercover federal agents at a white supremacist rally. It is telling in and of itself.
We are still suffering and devalued and diminished and too accepting of negative and crippling categorizations, characterizations, pre-set and prejudice systems that destroy us internally and externally, spiritually and morally.
Things haven’t changed that much. The plantation has just expanded and taken on a new appearance, but deals in the same old commodity – BLACK PEOPLE.
We are still exploited and some of us appear to be doing well financially in this foreign, godless, clandestine system. But the price of success has been and still is for some, the surrender of your own distinct BLACKNESS – your soul – to the image, values, morals and will of your enemy. It is still the destruction and the perversion of others BLACKS. The Price Is Too High For Success. And who told us what success looks like anyway? Why are we trying to fit into what our oppressors have defined for us as success? Where did our sense of community oneness and shared responsibility, family, gender role distinctions, mutual respect, authority in the home, right and wrong go?
Did the tortures and horrors of slavery beat, rape, lynch, castrate, sodomize, humiliate, burn and rip our divine nature and inherent sense of GOD completely out of us?
I am not sure. But what I am sure of is that we have not overcome but have been overcome by the image of a White Jesus, Glamour, Glitter, Gold, Praises, Accolades, Celebrity and Fame.
We are still enslaved! But I refuse to be corralled within the confines of a short month.
I am more than a month! I AM BLACK HISTORY!
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