Black History Month

By Mel Jacks

You can’t see me but I am Black. My mother and father were Black. Yet I didn’t learn Black History until I took a course in college. That course didn’t just teach me events, it tore down my thoughts on what was right and normal and opened my eyes to barbarity, that until that point, had gone untold.

But it also opened my eyes to the beauty that is the Black experience in this country. The

strength, the resilience, the desire to keep building back again and again- well if that ain’t

American tell me what is? Black History is American History because we built this country not just with our hands but with our inventions, our blood, our lost children, lost generations, and our unfettered hope crushed again and again through the machinations of white supremacy.

If you would like to learn more I have a book suggestion: Black AF History by Michael Harriot.