February is Black History Month

February is Black History Month

On MLK, Jr Day a close friend said “Happy MLK Day.” Well February is Black History Month and although the president issued a proclamation for MLK, Jr Day, I don’t think he has issued a proclamation for Black History Month this year, as he did last year. I don’t really care but I am certain that all the legions of Trump haters will make a note of it.

I wrote these words last year.

When I was young we observed Black History Week. In 1926 the eminent historian Carter Woodson proclaimed the second week in February “Black History Week.” This was chosen because Abraham Lincoln’s birthday is February 12 and Frederick Douglass was born on February 14. Being me, I asked my sainted mother “Why is there a Black History Week?” She said “Because they have the other 51.” In 1976, the week was extended to the entire month. Gerald Ford proclaimed it and every subsequent president, including Donald Trump observed it. So in 1976, I asked my sainted mother why was February chosen as Black History Month? She answered “Because it has the fewest days.” Love you Mom.

Black history still is not fully integrated into our US history and I don’t know how to address that issue. The history books are far from being unbiased. Growing up in the segregated south, the history books in our schools made little mention of the achievement against the odds of black scholars, inventors, soldiers and industrialists. Much the same can be said today. While the revisionist history of the 1619 Project has gotten much press and is even included in some school curricula, the Woodson Center’s 1776 Unites (1776unites.com) project has received scant attention. Yet this website fully explores all those pioneers that have been forgotten by the writers of (mostly white) history. But 1776 Unites does not wallow in blaming racism and slavery for racial disparities because pointing fingers will not close those disparities. Disclosure: I am one of the contributors to 1776 Unites.

I know that many on the right, and some readers of this blog, do not care for Dr. King. I urge them to read Taylor Branch’s “Parting the Waters.” I fully credit King for there not being a shooting race war in the 1960s. People tend to forget that we black southerners had guns too – despite gun control laws written to deny blacks the right to bear arms. My Dad and Dr. King were denied handgun permits. But Dad had a handgun anyway. King preaching that nonviolent resistance was the best way to achieve civil rights, kept a lid on a volatile environment. Those were truly scary days. There is even a lynching in my family history. My Dad once said that he would not live to see the day when the schools were integrated because whites would start shooting black kids first. It was somewhat fitting that he and Mom were among the first blacks to integrate public school faculties in Atlanta. 

At Georgia, I was cautioned not to walk past two fraternity houses for fear of being cursed, having things thrown at me or worse. I was warned not to carry my books when walking on the perimeter of the campus for fear of being shot. These were days where white politicians race baited. I remember when Atlanta got their first black policemen – who couldn’t arrest whites. There were no black legislators, no black judges, all white juries and all white boards of education. That was the American deep south and Dr. King in his famous “I have a dream” speech said

“I have a dream that one day in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right here in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able  to sing with new meaning: ‘My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, and of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountain side, let freedom ring.’”

There were two silos, one white and one black. As long as blacks stayed in their silo, we were basically left alone. But going outside of it was often met with violence. The Freedom Rides, the lunch counter sit-ins, the voter registration drives, the boycotts and marches and pictures of little black children going to school being spit on by screaming whites filled the news as the blacks were trying to move from one silo into the other. One of the most poignant pictures of the day was of a little black girl (Ruby Bridges) having to be escorted by marshals to school in New Orleans. Also on the news was the violent response of some whites – beatings, lynchings and murders. Once more recall the civils rights anthem “We shall overcome.” We used to say that white folks didn’t mind us overcoming so long as we didn’t come over.

Again, I never talked to a white person before I went to the University of Georgia in 1962. I recall a university administrator was perplexed saying to me that we (blacks) had perfectly good schools (my mother graduated from Fort Valley State and my father from Savannah State) so why did we want to come to the University of Georgia? Well we did crossing over from one silo to the other. But Dr. King set an example that gave us all strength and hope.

Some call King a leftist or even worse a communist. But those labels were put on anyone in those days who defied the status quo of segregation. Yes King favored affirmative action. But he saw it as temporary. More importantly, King loved America. Today, that love would not brand him as “communist”. Would it? Can you say that anyone on the far left loves America? I have yet to hear any of them say it.

Here is part of the president’s proclamation on MLK, Jr Day.

Today, we honor the noble work of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., whose commitment to justice paved the way to the full realization of the American promise.  Inspired by the tenets enshrined in our Declaration of Independence, we proudly renew our pledge to uphold our Nation’s long-cherished principles of liberty, equal justice under the law, and the God‑given dignity of the human person.

Again here are words from Dr. King’s “I have a dream” speech. Words that we should all heed.

“In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our Republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men — yes, black men as well as white men — would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, libertyand the pursuit of happiness. 

I say to you today, my friends, though, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self- evident, that all men are created equal.’”

Amen.