While I am not black, I hope that my daily life and character reflects the deeply felt respect and admiration I have for the intense struggle people of color have had to endure, and for the many amazing contributions to the world that have been made at great sacrifice and against all odds. I have that respect and love in me all the time, and I share it at every opportunity with my family, friends, and students. But it wasn’t always that way…I remember the very first Black History Month back in 1976… I didn’t know anything about Black History and didn’t understand why it was important, but I stretched my heart out to find out more. I think it’s important to celebrate Black History so that those who may not know anything about it (as I once did not) or may not know it well can stop and say, “That’s important. I have learned something of value. I have a deeper appreciation now for this history and how it has shaped my life.” Eventually, that celebration will take root in the hearts of people so that it remains a part of their lives, too… 365 days a year.
What are your thoughts?