The
Big Girl Chronicles: Black History Month
2014
In
pausing to review the approach I took toward this time to collectively remember
and celebrate Black History Month last year, I decided that for this year in
addition to digging through black history books and meditating on quotations of
noteworthy African Americans I don’t have to search much further than my
grandmother’s house to get an account of black life in history. No matter who you are, the wisdom and
experience of the elderly is a wealth of knowledge for anyone wanting to peer
into history and learn of the struggles, ideas and accomplishments birthed from
our race in this nation.
Among
the most significant of memories that my grandmother has shared about her
recollection of life in the past is the social unrest that was prevalent
then. Many of the things that we now
only get a glimpse of in movies were everyday, commonplace occurrences that
couldn’t be “cured” or banished with a click of the remote. She has shared exactly where she was and what
she was doing upon learning of assassinations of historical black leaders such
as Medgar Evers, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. She has described the tension that resulted
from those events and the effect that trickled down to life in this small
town. The conversations that were had
among her peers, the churches and others who were fearful and helpless of the
plight of that struggle provide new insight into the bravery men and women of
that time exhibited just to continue to get up and go to work each day. To be able to reach out and touch living
history is an indescribable privilege.
It
never fails. Each time I think about the
course of events that have guaranteed my freedom today I’m in awe how others
can not be committed to quality
education. Can not be committed to exercising a right to vote. Can not be committed to those things that
were fought for and paid with the precious lives of those that had a vision for
our race of people to be more than secondhand servants and menial laborers, but
rise to their potential to share the responsibility of moving the nation
forward in quality healthcare, in justice, in technology and science and every
aspect of productive life. It seems so
much has been and is being taken for granted that I can’t help but wonder how our
generation would fair if faced now with the same challenges that our ancestors
overcame then. How “free” would we be
today?
One
thing is certain. Learning about the
past creates a renewed appreciation for my now.
In healthy communities there is ease of access to housing, businesses
and institutions of learning for all citizens, regardless of color. In healthy societies we are free to love,
share and communicate with our peers regardless of those things that kept us
separated during the turbulence of the civil rights movement. There might be kinks that remain and surface
from time to time. But with a healthy
outlook and compare/contrast of then and now, should there be a downfall it
might result more from our own self-defeating ideals and practices rather than
from anyone else. This Black History
Month be sure to include the wisdom and experiences of those matriarchs in your
family among the celebration and remembrance of our historical figures.