Look. I’m aware that Black History Month officially ended this past Saturday at 11:59 p.m. I am also very much aware that I haven’t posted anything pertaining to black history during the entire month of February. But guess what?? The conclusion of the shortest month on the calendar (oh, the irony) shouldn’t limit our ability to acknowledge black excellence for the remaining 337 days of the year.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that we have an entire month (give or take a few days) dedicated to the rich legacy of our African American predecessors. But paying homage to numerous people who fought to break down the racial barriers of our society shouldn’t start and end within a 28-day period. Like my melanin forefathers, I don’t do very well with confinement — especially when it comes to race. Consider it a social claustrophobia of sorts.
The incessant stereotypical foolywang that the media outlets try to shove in our faces every chance they get doesn’t take away from the profound heritage that is deeply rooted — and still alive — within black culture. I’ll use my beloved Alma Mater, Howard University, as an example, which is especially fitting since yesterday marked 148 years since its chartering in 1867. [Read more…]