“Being Pro-Black does not mean you’re Anti-White”
Black history month has made its arrival. What a wonderful time to be alive in Wakanda. There seems to be an expert closeness to our ancestors, as well as, those in our communities and on social media. This is the time in which we all seem to be united as one celebrating the awesomeness that is our Black heritage.
It’s amazing to think of all that we have done. From scientists to doctors to engineers to athletes to teachers to artists . There is no area Black people have not touched. We leave an impact on absolutely everything. Look at some of the staples of pop culture. A lot of it comes from black culture. I was listening to one of my favorite podcasts, Nobody Dances Here, and heard something that stood out to me … “Black people were the bootstraps of America…”.
Just take a minute and really take that in. That’s all facts right there. There is so much of American history that was literally built on the back of Blacks. We pulled America up from desolate land that over commandeered by European and shaped it into the cultural power house it is today. That’s heavy.
Growing up, we were handed the watered down version of black history during black history month. It really wasn’t until college that I really gained a ta really appreciation for all that makes up my history.
“Soooo you mean to tell me that someone down your ancestry line survived being chained to other human bodies for several months in the bottom of a disease-infested ship during the Middle Passage, lost their language, customs and traditions, picked up the English language as best they could while working free of charge from sunup to sundown as they watched babies sold from out of their arms and women raped by ruthless slave owners.
Took names with no last names, no birth certificates, no heritage of any kind, braved the Underground Railroad, survived the Civil War to enter into sharecropping… Learned to read and write out of sheer will and determination, faced the burning crosses of the KKK, everted their eyes at the black bodies swinging from ropes hung on trees… Fought in World Wars as soldiers to return to America as boys, marched in Birmingham, hosed in Selma, jailed in Wilmington, assassinated in Memphis, segregated in the South, ghettoed in the North, ignored in history books, stereotyped in Hollywood… and in spite of it all someone in your family line endured every era to make sure you would get here and you receive one rejection, face one obstacle, lose one friend, get overlooked, and you want to quit? How dare you entertain the very thought of quitting. People, you will never know survived from generation to generation so you could succeed. Don’t you dare let them down!” (Sharnie Ivery via Facebook)
It is my endeavor to make my ancestors proud. Because they endured so much more than can ever be understood just so I can thrive. They resounded the sentiments of the 3 Hebrew boys in the furnace. That if God didn’t deliver them he was more than able. They had the confidence of Paul that their present sufferings could in no way be compared to the glory that will be revealed.
That revelation is the generations that came after. Brothers and sisters, the world is ours and the time is now. Let’s take up our rightful place, continue to blazer trails and show that our blackness is too great to be limited to just one month. We will exist to infinity and beyond.
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