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I am pretty sure my children do not know much about nor do they care much about Black History Month. I can't say I blame them entirely. I relish the thought that a great idea which began at a much needed time of 1928, benefited a nationality of people at a time that there was very little to be proud of big or small. Setting aside time, no matter how little, to acknowledge Black People's contributions to our great nation was a thing to be admired. Knowing the genesis behind this recognition came from one of these mighty Black American contributors, Carter G. Woodson is better still. Negro Life and History needs telling, and mostly needs remembering, lest we repeat its most troubling of times. What is now Black History Month though may have lost its luster. Our children are now living in far different times, with vastly different issues, among a much browner nation, suffering farther reaching trepidations, during deeply troubling times, with harsher impacting outcomes, with NO IMMEDIATE solutions. And we blame them for not knowing their history. It is difficult enough for them to make their own history in a new day where society would have them believe there are no issues with color. That we have overcome. At least back then, back when Negro History Week turned into Black History Month, we need look no further than our one shade elected officials, one shade law enforcement, one shade healthcare providers, one shade POTUS, one shade "you name it", to know there was a color disparity that existed, and we were not among that shade. Now because we have somewhat penetrated these rank and file and because we can take cold drinks from water fountains of our choosing, we have overcome?! Or so we are supposed to teach our children. We alone must teach them whatever it is that is poured into them because "nothing of our history" is being taught in the classroom. If we continue this blind eye much longer, we will create skewed believers of an entire generation. A generation subscribing to the life as they live it, is the new accepted normal, then what? New life, no history equals no future. Lest we remember more we forget.
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La Detra JoyI love being around people. I would rather live falling than break my spirit never trying anything hard. This blog is about trying and retrying life. Categories
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