Black History Month

Personal Note: In recognition of Black History Month, I republish, with slight revisions, my blog post of February 1, 2015 and February 3, 2017. Characteriologically, I am a person who, in regard to nearly every subject, great and small, upon initial and second thought, consideration and reconsideration, changes his mind, at times, multiply within short spans of time. However, the following word still rings true in my mind and heart, soul and spirit…


Black History Month

In 1976, as a part of the United States Bicentennial Celebration, African American or Black History Month (BHM) was recognized by the federal government as an annual occasion, in the words of then President Gerald Ford, to “seize the opportunity to honor the too-often neglected accomplishments of black Americans in every area of endeavor throughout our history.”

BHM’s forerunner, Negro History Week (NHW), was established in 1926 by historian Carter Godwin Woodson and the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History. Observed in the second week of February, coinciding with the birthdays of Abraham Lincoln and Frederick Douglass, February 12 and 14, respectively, dates since the late 19th century held in honor in black communities, NHW focused on advancing the teaching and study in public schools of the history of American blacks.

I am a 67-year old African American educated in St. Louis public schools. I remember the dearth of system-authorized black history instruction. This glaring deficiency in content and in spirit was addressed and assuaged by the committed efforts of my nuclear and extended families and my elementary school teachers. They all, in collaboration conscious or unawares, fulfilled my grandmother Audia Hoard Roberts’ proclamation, “Paul, to know yourself, you must know your people’s history.” Hence, I have an elemental, perhaps eternal affinity for BHM.

More expansively, I think of America. In the words of Irving Berlin’s fabled song, God Bless America, this “land that I love” has yet to incarnate the dream of Langston Hughes, who, speaking for all peoples, native and immigrant, white and black, said, “O, let America be America again; the land that never has been yet, and yet must be; the land where every man is free.” Therefore, in my view, for America to know herself, she must know her black people’s history.

Nevertheless, as a pluralist who rejoices in our racial diversity and as an inclusivist who equally relishes our common humanity, my inner inquisitor wonders, worries about BHM…

How fair is it to the concept of our universal humanness to dedicate any period (a day, a week, a month, a year or more) to the history of any one race?

And how fair is it to relegate the study of black history to any period when my people’s history, a vivid, inerasable thread in the rich tapestry of our national being and becoming, is American history?

(My aunt, Evelyn Hoard Roberts, a college English professor, so cherishing the idea, the ideal of interdisciplinary and interracial, in other words, shared, not separate approaches to education, in 1977, published American Literature and the Arts Including Black Expression.)

Yet, as Langston’s prophecy remains to be fulfilled, I continue to pray in his words:

O, let my land be a land where Liberty is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

As I believe that true equality is achieved in real part when all of us know the histories of each of us, I will commemorate and celebrate BHM.

2 thoughts on “Black History Month

  1. Paul,

    As I sit in a Starbucks waiting for a prevention on Alz disease to start I am adding to my calendar some BHM events I will be attending. When I saw your post I just had to smile. My Mom wasn’t a college professor but she sure was intent of us knowing our history, and some nights during dinner there’d be a quiz which was a lot of fun!

    I thank you for publishing this revised post again, so we don’t forget our history nor the dreams that have yet to be realized. I say Amen to all you’ve written.

    Much love!


  2. Loretta, I would have loved to have known your mother in the prime of her years. Even without that, I do know her through you. Thus, knowing well your inquiring mind, I can visualize Doris holding forth at the dinner hour!



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