I’ve been sitting her thinking of something very profound to say. It is Black History Month after all. I was looking for things to push up to the sun and celebrate. I was looking for these great achievements. And I got more and more sad and stuck. So I thought I’d share my ten top wishes with you
- I wish that we as Black adults would apologize to our children for somehow leaving them the impression that we had arrived.
- I wish that we as Black people would take responsibility for teaching our children their history, and not leaving it White educators. Schools have their place. Do your job. That is why our kids think that the “N” word is cool!
- I wish we could truly understand how coupling education with property taxes cripples our children.
- I really wish that rappers, entertainers, and athletes with money begin investing in our children’s education. Open schools!
- I wish they’d find me something other than a White savior…one who looks more like me.
- I wish we could find more rounded stories of our history to recreate in the form of a movie. Give me some balance. There must be other stories you could find.
- I wish I could hug the creators of the two biracial advertisements. One is with the cereal. The other is with the swift-duster.
- I wish our school choirs and choruses would inject one or two African American songs in their repertoire. Not the same tired Negro Spirituals. It just might encourage my kids to join and parents to attend.
- I wish we would stop parading ourselves with food and song & dance every February, for some idiots to pat us on the back. Stop shining shoes!
- Did I mention that I wish my Savior looked a bit more like me. Little dark tan and rounded nose would help.
But I’m not going to hold my breath. I have not seen evidence of us jogging just yet. We’re still in the walking chair.