The Pendragon's Hall

So today marks the beginning of Black History Month. I was asked recently what Black History Month is. What it really is, I explained, is a bunch of white people who feel guilty for not being black trying to find things to celebrate in black history. Just like Kwanzaa is a bunch of white people who feel guilty that pagan African religions don't get as much airtime as Judaism and Christianity in the list of nationally-recognized holidays. The thing that gets me about these people is that they always choose to celebrate the wrong things. Instead of Booker T. Washington, we get Martin Luther King, Jr. Instead of Harriet Tubman we get Maya Angelou. My suggestion? Let's just teach history and make sure that blacks get equal play. When one starts compartmentalizing history becomes meaningless--it's just a way for apologists for a certain group, whether it be women, blacks or what have you, to spread their propoganda. I think it's funny Black History month doesn't have a day for teaching about Black racism or the slave trade in Africa. Go figure.