February is the silly season, and forecasting weather based upon a groundhog notwithstanding, this can be called the silly season because it is recognized as Black History Month. Not surprisingly, Black History Month has taken a hard left turn from what it was intended to be when Carter G. Woodson established “Negro History Week” in 1926.

And why should any rational person be surprised? Immiseration and victimization are the viscous substances needed to lubricate the “it’s because I’m black” machine that has evolved into a generational zeitgeist of government dependency and contempt for white people.

Negro History Week was established to recognize the contributions of the Negro to the American fabric. The devolvement of same into Black History Month recognizes failure, abortion, black-on-black crime and revisionist history.

The factual history of blacks is that they have shed all pretense of morality by becoming the population group best-known for reducing its overall demographic by 13 percent, by having over 20 million black women murder their unborn children. Black history also will show that blacks have taken the killing of one another sans abortion to a level of 94 percent.

Between 1976 and 2011, 279,384 blacks were killed, with 262,621 being killed by another black. That means, that over a 35-year period, 94 percent of all blacks murdered were murdered by other blacks. (See: “LeBron James: Who Died and Made Him the Spokesman,” Mychal Massie-The Daily Rant, Aug. 7, 2018.)

Combining these staggering numbers with the ever-increasing number of black single-parent households and blacks dropping out of school/colleges, etc., they appear to have developed an allergy to modernity. The weight of conversation this Black History Month will focus on the handful of blacks who were shot by police and maudlin anecdotal instances portrayed as evidence of the systemic racism-boogeyman.

This brings me to Black History Month celebrations as advertised for Allentown, Pennsylvania. There the celebrations will include a panel discussion, which is code for blame the white man, live music and a soul food reception. It will also include the requisite number of whites tripping over their self-inflicted guilt and promises to do something nice for colored people.

While there are those who will ask what break dancing combined with bump and grind have to do with any semblance of Negro history, others will ask what hog maw and overcooked collard greens have to do with the exquisite foods served by chefs who are black at the premiere restaurants decades ago.

Not to be out done, African Fashions in Cleveland, Ohio, is having “African Fashions Black History Month Sale.” They will host a “Pop-up shop of vibrant African outfits, accessories and fabrics featuring unique designs” for black folks. The translation of that horror show is that blacks will dress up in robes and head wraps to look like Aunt Jemima and Kunta Kinte’s granddaddy.

The problem with this nonsense is it does not represent Carter Woodson’s vision; it showcases a fanfaronade of ignorance. Blacks may have been Africans 200 or more years ago, but today, whether they like it or not, they are Americans – and they have been for a very long time.

Contrary to the ancestry companies and their claims, having DNA pointing to some part of Africa hundreds of years ago doesn’t make one African nor by definition of African descent. It makes one American, if the person and his family have resided here for generations. It is a fact that with every passing generation, one becomes further removed from the domicile of origin.

The city of Cleveland will host a “Black History Month Bazaar.” I’m definitely inclined to call it “bizarre,” especially since the event is advertised as “vendors selling a large collection of unique gifts.”

What does the sale of “unique gifts” have to do with Black History Month? The answer of course is nothing. What the referenced events show is that blacks have no idea how to define history and even less so regarding how to define their own.

The idea of “Negro History Week” was to recognize Negroes who had contributed in tangible, realistic and forward-reaching ways, so they would not fade into the obscurity of forgotten history. Blacks today view Black History Month as a month-long jeremiadic celebration of immiseration, complaint of white oppression and the obligatory chants of “we shall overcome.”

Brilliant Americans of color who actually knew the pain of discrimination left all of America a legacy of accomplishment and invention. These brilliant Americans, who were black and contributed massively to the American fabric, will never be discussed.

Blacks such as Garrett Morgan, Percy L. Julian, Jane Wright, William A. Lester Jr., St. Elmo Brady and dozens upon dozens of others will go unrecognized this month, while black encomiasts laud blacks that have done nothing to legitimately warrant historical recognition.

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