I hate February. For the next 28 days, we're forced to endure a steady bombardment of over-the-top praise for every marginally relevant black man or woman who ever graced us with his/her existence. It's time for Black History Month (where's the barf smiley when you need him?)
I don't have a problem recognizing people for great achievements. I don't care if they're black, white, or purple. But this Black History Month exists solely for the purpose of dredging up every two-bit, almost noteworthy historical Black man/woman who ever lived, and heaping scads of praise and adulation on his or her "great achievement."
That it's a scam should be self-evident. If these so-called "great Americans" and their so-called "great achievements" really were great, then we wouldn't need a special month to highlight them. They'd be celebrated
without imposing a special scam-month upon the population, because they really are that noteworthy.
As evidence, I cite this "Black History Quiz", prominently highlighted as the marquee story on Yahoo's main page:
http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/60468/the-buzz-black-history-quizIn it, the reader is probed about his knowledge of such notable African Americans as (drum roll...) Bessie Coleman, Athena Gibson, Romare Beardon, Jacob Lawrence... Raise your hand if you know
anything about
any of these people. I'm sure they were all nice people and I don't mean to disparage any of them. But let's be honest, do any of them deserve major public celebration?
There
are black people worth celebrating. No Black History Month is necessary to tell everyone how great an American Martin Luther King Jr was. The relevance of his achievements and contributions are self evident. Thurgood Marshall and George Washington Carver are familiar names to anyone who's been educated, not because of some phony Black History Month, but because these men and their achievements really are worth remembering.
Sorry for being a grump, but I really hate this sort of social propaganda. I ditched my TV especially so I could avoid this tripe, yet I'm still not able to escape it. This is only day one, and already its managed to penetrate into my life.