When I finished reading The Mis-Education of The Negro, I realized I had to look at Black History Month with new eyes.
Reading “Mis-Education” inspired me to research the history of Black History Month, and in so doing, here’s the reasons I wanna slap the shit out of every Negro who goes out of his way to throw shade at a man who’s done far more for his people than most of them can, or ever will:
- If you actually bothered to even read Dr. Woodson’s work, you’d understand that: (1) You don’t really know how to think, you only know how to make PRE-DETRMINED SELECTIONS, and; (2) There’s a difference between being EDUCATED (which most Negroes believe they are, but aren’t), and being TRAINED (which most Negroes are, yet believe they are not)
Don’t believe me? Okay, then, do this: Try telling a “proud,” college degree-having African-American (with the hyphen) that having a degree doesn’t make him educated, and count the seconds it takes before he goes completely batshit.
“I graduated from XYZ, with a degree in ZYX! What do you mean I’m not ‘educated’?” is what he’ll say to you.
If I’m lying, a snake doesn’t shed its skin.
Once you’ve done that, come back, and finish reading this.
Once I finished reading The Mis-Education of the Negro, I understood ―for the first time ― how DISRESPECTFUL it was for me to believe I had the right to mock what this month is truly about.
And, let me be perfectly clear: I have NO RIGHT TO MOCK BLACK HISTORY MONTH, AND NEITHER DO YOU.
Not unlike most of you, once upon a time, I too, was just as ignorant. My lack of understanding surrounding of the significance of this month was based on the fact I knew next to nothing about it.
That’s really sad, considering that as a member of Generation X, my parents and their cohorts were old enough to remember the days when Black History Month was still “Negro History Week.”
That means that there was absolutely no reason for me to have gone through my entire childhood, without somebody, somewhere telling me the Truth.
However, thanks to the previous generation’s negligence, the only thing I knew how to do was echo the same lazy and ignorant half-truths, every time February came around: “They gave us the shortest month of the year, why should be celebrate it?”
Okay, I’ll tell you “why.”
Because every year, you Negroes will celebrate Valentine’s Day, irrespective of its barbaric origins; you’ll celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, even though you’re not Irish; you’ll celebrate Easter, in spite of both its pagan origins, and willful denial of the scientific fact that rabbits are mammals, and mammals don’t lay eggs.
You’ll celebrate the Fourth of July, even though your Ancestors were still enslaved on July 4, 1776; you’ll gorge yourselves on copious amounts of specially prepared food, to mark a day celebrating the massacre of your Native American Brothers and Sisters, giving “thanks” for their blood, that Columbus shed.
The coup de grâce? Celebrating yet another pagan holiday (this one ostensibly created to celebrate the birth of a man who didn’t even exist, and), by descending deeper into debt buying gifts for people that they don’t even need, just so you can impress people you don’t even like.
Even if Black History Month were a joke – not unlike the aforementioned holidays I’ve described – the fact that so many of you don’t see anything wrong with gleefully celebrating your own mental genocide, at every given turn, while at the same time, daring to crinkle your noses up at something specifically created for our own benefit – and by someone who looks like you, no less – only serves to illustrate why these 28 days are – and remain – necessary.
So, yeah, I’m here to tell you, straight up, that you’re dead ass WRONG.
At one point, so was I.
However, had I been armed with actual knowledge, as opposed to arrogance and ignorance, I would have understood the following:
- This is one of the very few things that African Americans can “thank” white folks for, not sarcastically. When Dr. Carter G. Woodson first established Negro History Week, it was based in part on an experience he had while a Ph.D. student at Harvard (Woodson was the SECOND African American to earn a Ph.D. from the institution, W.E.B. DuBois was the first). A professor of Woodson’s, one Edward Channing, claimed that “the Negro had NO history.”
It was not long after hearing such foolishness, Woodson and a group of other like-minded individuals announced the first Negro History Week in 1925, and began the first celebrations, that following year.
- Part of the reason February was chosen was that Negroes were already commemorating the birthdays of two of their so-called heroes during that month, Abraham Lincoln (who hated Negroes), and Frederick Douglas. Woodson was a very astute man, and he understood the Negro psyche very well: He established a Negro celebration during a time in which Negroes were already celebrating. I’m guessing he figured if he did it during any other time, the likelihood of even remote longevity would have been slim to none.
- Woodson himself viewed Black History as something to be studied and celebrated, YEAR-ROUND; he never believed – as some of you Negroes continue to ignorantly claim – that Black History could be limited to (what was then) a week. Woodson also understood, however, that he had to start somewhere, which is why he built a template for the study of African American history into something he hoped would happen, every day.
- Were it NOT for Carter G. Woodson, the time so many slave-minded Negropeans complain about, they wouldn’t even have. Prior to Negro History Week, which became Black History Week in 1972, and then finally Black History Month in 1976, there was virtually NO STUDY of the history and contributions (forcibly or otherwise) African Americans made to American society. (Ironically, most of the Black folk who complain about Black History Month are about the same age as Black History Month.)
- It was Carter G. Woodson who founded the Journal of Negro History. It was Carter G. Woodson who established the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History (now the Association for the Study of Afro-American Life and History). This WORK is what served as the basis for a month that so many African Americans disrespect so freely that it both saddens and sickens me, whenever I think about it.
I’ll go on record and say that I’m all but certain were it not for the foresight the Creator and the Ancestors blessed Dr. Woodson with, we’d be without any celebration of African Americans, PERIOD. This, more than likely, means that the people who’ve complain the loudest about how we were given “the shortest month of the year, so I won’t celebrate it,” would be the same ones complaining about not having anything to celebrate, at all.
Yes, I get that the effects of White Supremacy on our collective consciousness are such that most of us would DARE fix our lips to talk about “Me, me, ME”,“What I don’t like”, and “What I ain’t gon’ do” during this month, and not see the harm in saying as much, but that don’t make it right.
And trust me, it’s not right. Not by a long shot.
That said, the solution is fairly straightforward: If YOU don’t wanna celebrate Black History Month, then by all means, don’t.
But that doesn’t mean you get to shit all over those of us who do.
The way I see it, if every year without fail, I have to suffer through listening to my people wish me a “Happy Easter!” a “Happy Fourth of July!”, and a “Merry Christmas,” then some of you can – for damn sure – keep your mouths quiet about Black History Month.
As you and your kind have said, ad nauseam: “It’s the shortest month of the year.”
So, suck it up, and grin and bear it. It’ll be over, before you know it.
After all, we have to deal with you, ALL YEAR LONG.
And there’s no such thing as the “shortest year of the year”.
P.S. Dumbass, a month is four weeks. There are seven days in a week. What’s four times seven?