Itâs the middle of February and itâs Black History Month. This is the month that suddenly black people become responsible, righteous, and redemptive. The month that violent crimes among blacks cease, black high-school dropouts return to school to finish, and black preachers hold congregants responsible for their own plights. Right? I wish. Black History Month is the same as itâs always been. Twenty-eight days of pseudo celebrations of former black inventors and Civil Rights leaders pumping fists in marches.
I donât do Black History Month; I celebrate Black
Mystery Month. Thereâs more of a mystery than a history that needs to be discussed. For instance, why are inmates in St. Louis beating guards, breaking out of cells, burning debris, breaking windows, and throwing chairs out of windows? The answer might surprise you, but itâs all because of the coronavirus. If you started laughing, I wonât hold that against you. Yes, inmates claim to be restricted to limited visits and stalled court proceedings due to the pandemic so they decided to riot during Black History Month. The month black people are supposed to pay homage to those who have come before them.