Happy February everybody!
I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I’ve been busy for the past few weeks. Hopefully now that I’ve settled down a bit, I’ll be able to post more regularly. (Because I know you guys were soooooo worried).
Anyway, we’ve made it to the second month of the year, and whether the start of 2017 has been tremendous or so soul-crushing you don’t know how you’re going to move on, at least you made it this far. OK, now time to get serious. February is probably one of my least favorite months, not because it’s the shortest or because it holds one of the most agonizingly annoying holidays known to man, no. I hate it because this month holds the epitome of racism in America, Black History Month.
You see, I’ve always despised this month because of it’s full on racial contradictions. Why does there need to be an entire month dedicated to the black men and women in this country? If white people did that, we would all call it racism. It’s not like we learn white history as a part of primary curriculum during our entire educational careers, leaving black history as an afterthought to fill some sort of weird educational quota. Or that much of the information on important historical events have been completely whitewashed, stripping them of any mention of African American contributions. It’s not like people spend much of their lives ignorant to the actual foundation of this country.
And because of this, I just think it’s completely unjustified to have this perverse celebration this month. Why can’t those people just be happy with the vague lesson on slavery they get in school? Abraham Lincoln was the one who freed the slaves anyway, so they should be thanking him. Where is his month? Why can’t they be happy with the black history that’s integrated into every-day curriculum? Integration, like the gift afforded to you people by a white president.
Look, I’m not racist or anything, I’m just saying we should all be equal, and the obligatory teaching of black heroes during the shortest month of the year—even during a leap year—is completely selfish, inconsiderate, and it promotes reverse racism.
I’m honestly going to shelter myself for the next for weeks in a safe space because, honestly, I feel threatened and mistreated.
