I still remember when someone said, “Black History Month makes me tired.”
The more I thought about this and just lived life, the month has, in part, become a hilarious performative practice.
Why did I write this article and express these feelings?
Well, you see, I experience what I call a phenomenon every day. I wake up, go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, and see this Black guy staring back at me. I then think, wow, this is new information.
Black history extends past a month and happens every day without end.
We gotta constantly remind people that Black History:
Was, is, and will be queer
Will always have women who are trailblazers
Will always includes disabled people
Anywhere, everywhere, and encompasses many ethnicities
Is still local
So there’s always something to learn if you make an effort.
But the 28-day month (the shortest in the year) can be seen as a big showcase of “I have a Black friend.” Or as close to it, these very exclusionary sectors try to fool the public.
