Usually when people hear the word "culture shock" their first thoughts are a new place , new people , new food. Well ...I'm doing thing a little different .
I'm very disappointed every year by the marginal black history posts , and accomplishments. I know black history isn't primarily about the African Diaspora , the onset of Christianity , Slavery . Too often, when I see people post about the civil rights' movement and slavery during black history month I frown in disappointment because I know for some , that is all that they know . Occasionally , someone will post lists of black innovators and speak about how we have done so much for a country that gives no credit . I see no lie . However , I want to take another approach . At a time like this I could not feel any more disconnected from the truth . Sure , I'm proud of the accomplishments and milestones we've overcome , and how we've gotten through years of slavery and oppression . Still , I can't help but to think, are we free? Not only are our minds still entrapped , but the plight of the African American still exists . I cannot seem to ignore that I can't identify with where my skin begins . What black history month is to me , is a variation of it all and more . Black history is the culture continues to exist . The culture that is looked over throughout textbooks , textbooks that have gone from slave trade to civil rights in a matter of pages . Black history is the resistance to pain and suffering . Previously , I'd look at the black persons plight and feel that their was no culture . Now , I realize that my culture lives in my perseverance and will power. Just when I thought that systematic oppression was all that was to be mentioned this month , I remembered that we are the most cultured people that there is and that the African Diaspora had not deleted , but interrupted that . Sure , there were things lost but so much was gained . The pride . The strength . All of which existed far before we were stripped from our land .