It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. This was my post for last year, when too many white folks were up in arms about critical race theory–that thing they know absolutely nothing about. Since then, it’s only gotten worse, with actual African American Studies and history under siege from the forces of Mordor. So I figured, why change the theme from last year, since we’re still stuck in the same place. Enjoy the repeat.
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It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. And look out white folks, cuz critical race theory is gonna eat your babies!
Every February in the United States, the country sets aside 28 (or 29 in a leap year) days to celebrate, discuss and engage Black History. Innocuous enough. And yet Feb. 1st seems to signal the beginning of a 28-day long ritual of whining. How come they get their own month? What about White History Month? It’s a cornucopia of misconceptions and endless micro-aggressive racial faux-pas.
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It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. Dedicated to the ones who survived 2020, and the ones who didn’t. Let’s do it. With tentacles.
Art: Poster for Lovecraft Country (HBO)
Every February in the United States, the country sets aside 28 (or 29 in a leap year) days to celebrate, discuss and engage Black History. Innocuous enough. And yet Feb. 1st seems to signal the beginning of a 28-day long ritual of whining. How come they get their own month? What about White History Month? It’s a cornucopia of misconceptions and endless micro-aggressive racial faux-pas.
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In which I run down some SFF books I read in 2019. Because right now, a good book sure can’t hurt.
Go wash your hands first though.
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. And in this year two-thousand and eighteen of our One True King T’Challa, we celebrating in Wakanda.
Phenderson Djèlí Clark 