Black History Means – Guest Post

 

Black History Means to Me

Black History Month (n.): an annual observance in the United States, Canada, and the United Kingdom for remembrance of important people and events in the history of the African diaspora; also known as African-American History Month

February is nationally recognized as Black History Month, usually on the first day of the month, but as a whole, not much else happens. Shouldn’t we be celebrating the entire month for the amazing achievements those before us accomplished? I certainly think so!

When I think about what black history means to me, I think about what all my ancestors had to endure for me to get to where I am today. All the prejudice and discrimination, which many times led to violent actions taken against them. All the fighting they had to do: physically, emotionally, and mentally. They worked so hard for equality, and we are still nowhere near their dreams.

When I think about what black history means to me, I think about how I could never have the strength or courage to do what my ancestors did. I think about how they fought so future generations could be viewed as equals, and obtain the same opportunities. I think about how much I have to thank them for.

To me, the meaning of black history cannot be summed up in one word, or even a phrase. I definitely will not do it justice, in what it means to me. In truth, it means so much more.

 

Screen Shot 2017-02-16 at 7.40.56 PM.pngBlack history means pain.

Black history means strength.

Black history means courage.

Black history means suffering.

Black history means intelligence.

Black history means fear.

Black history means inspiration.

 

Black history means so many different things to so many different people. I believe it should be appreciated significantly more than it is, for in today’s society, it’s so easy to be made to feel ashamed for your skin color, or to feel misunderstood by the majority; however, people {including myself} need to remember that we are more than the color of our skin. We are more than the hair on our heads. We consist of the thoughts of our minds, the character of our souls, and the genuineness of our hearts. Our ancestors fought so hard to make that possible.

 

 

About Larissa

Larissa loves to travel and document her journeys on her blog. Her ultimate goal is to become a citizen of the world. She loves experiences new places, people and cultures. You can find her at the links below. 

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