Black People, History Will Not Save Us. Read The Room.

I’m writing from a place of temporary defeat. Discouraged by discouraging headlines. Weakened by the lack of empathy from fellow believers. A sense of dejectedness has crept into my mind.

The human heart is corrupt and its capacity for empathy has been nearly if not completely exhausted as a select few people in power catapult society into an abyss of hopelessness and tribalistic conflicts.

No amount of communicating the past, pooling of knowledge, imparting of wisdom, transmitting of education, disseminating of expertise, shared learning, or practical insights about the plight of my people, namely, Black people, and other downtrodden minorities, will change the mind a society bent on wielding power over its oppressed subjects.

Black History Month, albeit important to us (the beautifully melanated societies of the world), is but the performative, state-sanctioned mannerism we’re allowed to express and perform during a grace period in which the powers that be give us a limited chance to reminisce on the woes, fears, losses, and minor successes of our ancestors in history past and present.

Once Black History Month is over we are again, restored into a system established to exploit us of our gains, denude us of our protections, deprive us of opportunities, deny us our humanity…