As we just passed Black History Month, I’ve been reflecting on how we view and celebrate Black history. We tend to call it “Black History,” but it’s…
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In that moment, I acknowledged my fear. I hesitated to repost the video because I knew my perspective would not align with the collective. Posting it would mean stepping into that tension publicly. It would mean naming what feels unfinished. That made me nervous. Not because I doubt what I believe, but because I understand that questioning the familiar can feel disruptive, even in small circles.
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I am not interested in repeating what is already being said. I am challenging the complacency that often surrounds Black History Month. The reposting without reflection. The celebration without construction. The comfort of remembering the past without interrogating the present.
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