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The Black History Month of My Dreams


It’s Black History Month and my daughter, like a lot of kids, will learn about the basics – the very basics: Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth, Dred Scot – and of course, MLK. I’m grateful for this annual spotlight, but I can’t help but think how that approach narrows Black History to people who lived within slavery and civil rights demonstrations.

Systems are also part of American history, and these systems were the impetus for individuals we laud during Black History Month to play the role we laud them for in the first place.

Now I’ve heard that the American Work Ethic is passed down from generation to generation, and I wholeheartedly agree. At the same time, I can’t help but think that maybe systems implemented throughout history have also been passed down generationally in some form as well.

And that’s when I start thinking…dreaming: what if Black History Month was used as an opportunity to discuss the systems that made black historical figures instead of discussing the black historical figures as a stand-alone?

What if kids learned about systems that said: white and black kids should go to different schools; black people couldn’t serve on juries; black people couldn’t vote; where black people could live or which races could marry which.

Seriously. This is the craziness that's baked into the stuff of which America is made. Kids need to learn about it just as much as they need to learn that George Washington was a slaveholder as they need to learn that George Washington Carver was born into slavery.



What if kids were encouraged to talk about how those systems might impact us today?

I know for sure this isn’t anything we even remotely covered in school. Our black history lessons were like Life was hard for Harriet Tubman because she was black, but we never learned that her hard life was hard because there were systems that made it hard.

We never learned who drew up the framework or their rationale behind doing it or the system's present day impacts. We only rejoiced that she overcame it. Yaaaay, Harriet!

And I think that’s the massive blind spot we’re all missing now, because it’s easier and much more comfortable to point fingers and say That's history, get over it already; and/or to view today’s racist outliers than to unravel their beginnings in a circuitous system set in motion way back when.

That’s just it: the racial stuff we debate and argue about today didn’t just happen. We’re all sitting at a table that was set for us long ago, elbowing each other instead of doing the hard work of talking about the systems that got us here in the first place.

Those are conversations that are long overdue, and that we should always be having -- and not only during Black History Month. Who knows? Maybe if kids start having those conversations now, there won’t be a need to have Black History Month at all in the future. Maybe it’ll just be American history.

Which is what it should’ve been all along.

Comments

  1. Amen!Also, check out "My Folks Don't Want Me to Talk about Slavery: Twenty-One Oral Histories of Former North Carolina Slaves" you can find it on Amazon.com and are narratives compiled by the WPA.

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    1. Ooooooh,awesome! I'll definitely check it out!

      And thanks...good to know I'm not the only dreamer.

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    2. That is a good one. There are a series of those WPA narratives.

      Reconstruction: America's Unfinished Revolution, 1863-1877 (New American Nation Series)Eric Forner. That is a good one!

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