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Why I Loathe Black History Month
How long will it be before my oblivious, white-looking biracial children notice that their militant black mother has no use for Black History Month?
By Debra J. Dickerson
Teaching our children to expect and embrace failure
Nearly a decade ago, I obediently suffered through an interminable Black History Month oration at an inner-city black Catholic church in honor of its newly formed diocesan basketball team. I held my peace while a 50ish black lay worker offered up pathetic McNuggets of black history. (“Who invented the stoplight? A black man, that’s who! White folks don’t want you to know that.”) It was the heaping side dishes of black bigotry I couldn’t stomach. His hatred of whites was so virulent, it contorted his very features just to speak of them; looking around this room of Christians, the only consternation I could see was my own.
When he happily told that group of adolescents to “expect to be cheated and to lose most games they played against the white churches,” I almost fell out of my folding chair. He was luxuriating in the hopelessness of any encounter with whites and teaching our future to do the same—he was advising them to expect and embrace failure! Much as I was used to hear this kind of “guidance” from my elders, for some reason that day, I reached a breaking point. I had to know what my inheritance truly was, so sure was I that this was not it.
I raced home and finally dove head first into that stack of books blacks quote out of context every February and swear we’re going to read some day (outside of excerpts in college survey courses)—books like The Miseducation of the Negro, The Souls of Black Folks, the collected works of Frederick Douglass and Dr. King, Anna Julia Cooper, Mary McLeod Bethune, Sojourner Truth, Ralph Ellison, James Baldwin, Albert Murray, every slave memoir I could lay hands on.
Our forebears couldn't take the easy way out… too bad we can
That’s when I learned that I’d been robbed of my true intellectual and moral heritage, but not by whites. It was my own people who lied to me about who I was because, post-civil rights movement, we’re too comfortable in our protected protests to put ourselves on the physical and philosophical line the way our brave forebears did. They couldn’t afford to take the easy way out; too bad we can.
Those books have stood the test of time not because they are about the evil of whites (they’re not, to my surprise) but because they’re about what is required of blacks to live in a world which despises us. They are internal critiques. These works celebrate an oppressed people’s manful responses to their oppression but, most often, catalogue the ways in which we have failed to rise to the challenges that face us; they are notable for the minimal amount of time they spend discussing the perfidy of whites. Their focus is on a love for, and belief in, their people that sets high standards for our behavior in the face of adversity. DuBois and Truth and Woodson—reaching out from across the centuries—were such a rebuke to me as I remembered sitting silently while racism was preached that I actually stopped reading repeatedly to hang my head.
Knowledge truly is power and, knowing what I now do, I can’t bear Black History Month. For my children’s sake, however, I’ll have to try. Somebody’s going to teach them who they are and I’ll be damned if they’ll quietly listen to 35 years of lies and racism the way I did. They’re only 5 and 3, so they’ve got a few more years before they inherit Mom’s books and have to offer dinner table critiques of all the pointless nonsense they hear every February.
Originally posted by XphilesPhan
In the same way this woman will teach her children not to fail from the begining, I think we, as white people, need to stop silently giving them the edge because "they need that extra little help." We need to stop perceioving them as "disadvantaged" and really perceive them as human beings. And more than that, equal human beings.
Originally posted by madnessinmysoul
yes, why must we say that it is unfair to take a man who lived in shackles for his whole life and put him in the olympics?
he definitely didn't need a head start
and then after we took him out of the shackles he was pelted by garbage from the crowd
but it was still fair because he got to run
Originally posted by XphilesPhan
And he won, madness. He faced unrivaled opposition and rose above it, as many blacks have and will continue to do. They dont need our help, they have done it themselves. Like the gladiators in rome who won their freedom and the respect of those who witnessed, the blacks have.
Originally posted by madnessinmysoul
there is still a lot of racism towards blacks in this country. just look at statistcs pertaining to "driving while black" and how it's enough to get you pulled over. blacks have been free for what, 30 years? that's enough time to make up for slavery, jim crowe, and a history of bigotry?