At the beginning of every year, African Americans all around the country prepare for February with Black History Month. We become excited for a time to celebrate us in a way that, in this country, isn’t seen very often or, at least, not as often as our white counterparts. We teach our kids about the brilliance of Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X, Fredrick Douglas, and so many more. We help our sons, daughters, nieces, and nephews do book reports for class so they can talk abo
To paraphrase a friend’s reflection on being a black student during units on black history at her school in the UK: Year after year, it is a repetition of atrocities from slavery to racism, and I am tired of hearing that we are just victims and nothing else. Those of us who end up teaching units on black history are not always historians nor do we all have any lived experience as black people. Over the past decade, I have repeatedly taught units on black history, race, and ra
In the last article, "on the sidelines of history," Leila issued a challenge for Black History Month. One of her suggestions was to “read about a person during the civil rights movement that may not have gotten national attention.” Her challenge came on the heels of me listening to my new addiction: Malcolm Gladwell’s podcast, Revisionist History. I love stories and Gladwell has such an interesting delivery of stories and points of view that we may not have heard in the past.