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.
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. And in this year two-thousand and nineteen of our One True King T’Challa, we heading back to Wakanda to celebrate. Black Passport Twitter you’re not invited, because sometimes you can be obnoxious. Sorry, not sorry.
Okay, okay. You guys can come too. Just try not to be obnoxious.