A great shot of some extremely well known people; I had the pleasure of meeting the guy with the boxing gloves in the upper left hand corner. Photo courtesy of 1966mag.com
MUSINGS FROM A MIDDLE AGED AFRICAN AMERICAN MALE
It’s my regret that I’m giving homage to Black History Month on this blog with just a few days to go in the month.
But as they say, no use crying over spilled milk.
Or better late than never; take your pick.
Having said that…
In light of our new President-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s regime, who’s celebrating one month in office and – as we all know – has attacked every group of people not white, male, Christian, conservative, gay, wealthy, or a combination of those six attributes,
It seems like we need events such as Black History Month more than ever.
Particularly since it seems to be a bad time to be black – or any person of color who’s not named Clarence Thomas, Ben Carson, Omarosa Manigault, Marco Rubio or Ted Cruz – right now, what with the increased racist/sexist/homophobic/Islamophobic attacks across America.
Living in California, the deepest of blue states, I’m honestly a tiny bit scared to go east of the Colorado River as while I refuse to say that every white person, or white Republican for that matter, is a bigot who feels that people who look like me are naturally inferior and need to stay “in their place”, it seems that too many whites have that mentality in the red states.
The comments I read from every article that talks about racial issues are an illustration of this thought, as you would think some of those folks writing such comments are carrying their Ku Klux Klan cards in their back pockets with white sheets hanging in their closets.
I feel thankful that I live in a relatively liberal area and subsequently have not seen or experienced any real, hardcore ideological or racial animosity.
At least not so far, thank God and knock wood.
A really good message that needs to always be remembered. Image courtesy of wesleyunited.org
Personally, I feel Black History Month is sorely needed to remind Americans of how without Black people of African descent, there wouldn’t be an America.
And not just due to the 246 years of chattel slavery as so many things that we use and take for granted, from peanut butter to potato chips to the stoplight to open heart surgery, was invented by an African-American.
Imagine if blacks – as well as women, gays, and other people of color – were celebrated every month of the year rather than merely the one designated for them (the shortest month in the case of African-Americans).
Then perhaps a guy like our new Commander-In-Chief (my personal refusal to mention his name on this blog remains in effect) would never have been elected.
And there wouldn’t be a need for groups such as Black Lives Matter.
The irony of all of this, from a personal standpoint:
I won’t go into any details now, but in my book describing my experiences with having Asperger’s Syndrome, “WALKING ON EGGSHELLS”, which I’m in the final stages of editing and will begin the self-publishing process soon, there’s a chapter detailing my experiences of being black on the Autism Spectrum.
Unfortunately it hasn’t been the most fun experience, but that’s all I’m going to say at this time; you’ll just have to read chapter four of the book.
All right, I said I had just a few thoughts about this year’s Black History Month.
And I’m going to stick to that as I don’t want to ramble or go on and on save for this…
All I can do is as far as the extremely fragmented situation that this country is in is two things:
1. Hold good, optimistic thoughts,
2. Be the best person I can be.
Which I reckon is all anyone could or should do.
Being the longtime baseball and softball guy that I am, this is perhaps the part of the African-American experience that I’m most proud of: The (so-called) Negro Leagues, with its two greatest stars, Satchel Paige (left) and Josh Gibson (right) featured here. I’ll be writing an article about these and the great black players from that era soon on this blog. Photo courtesy of pechakucha.org