Essay from Jacques Fleury

The Past As Prologue: Why We Still Need Black History Month

 BY JACQUES FLEURY

[Excerpt from Fleury’s book: Chain Letter To America: The One Thing You Can Do To End Racism: A Collection of Essays, Fiction and Poetry Celebrating Multiculturalism]

Jacques Fleury's Chain Letter to America: The One Thing You Can Do to End Racism. Book cover is a hazy purple and blue and a human face is in profile on the left. Possibly Egyptian headdress.

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.  — Dr.  Martin Luther King Jr.

A 2006 article by Mema Ayi and Demetrius Patterson from the Chicago Defender reported that “actor Morgan Freeman created a small firestorm…when he told Mike Wallace of “60 Minutes” that he finds Black History Month (BHM) ridiculous.” Freeman goes on to say that “Americans perpetrate racism by relegating Black history to just one month when Black history is American history.”

I agree with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. that as Americans we are tied together “…in an inescapable network of mutuality…Whatever affects one [of us]…affects [all of us] as Americans in this country.

As you can clearly see, the month of February dedicated to Black history continues to stir controversy. However, we can’t continue to ignore the fact that although we have made progress towards racial unity, we still have ways to go towards racial harmony, understanding and tolerance, if not acceptance.

Scholars and historians such as Conrad Worrill, chairman of the National Black United Front, agree that Black Americans still need February, and every day, to reflect on the accomplishments of Black Americans who contributed countless inventions and innovations to society.

Radio personality Cliff Kelley notes that capricious historians conveniently leave out certain parts of the story that do not corroborate their version of history, which consists mostly of White men. Blacks are virtually removed from the narrative to substantiate the White historical agenda. Plenty of Black youths do not know their history. Most of them think that their history begins and ends with slavery.

Former State Representative David Miller (D-Calamut City, Ill) asserted that Freeman was right in saying that Black history should be a year round thing. “We’ve shaped America,” he said, “but that Black History Month should serve as a reminder of our legacy.”

The recently deceased Howard Zinn wrote in his book A People’s History of the United States, “There is not a country in world history in which racism has been more important than the United States.” He poses the question, “Is it possible for Blacks and Whites to live together without hatred?”

When it comes to the evolution of racism, he had this to say: “…slavery developed into a regular institution of the normal labor relations between Blacks and Whites in the New World. With it developed that special racial feeling — whether hatred or contempt or pity or patronization — that accompanied the inferior position of Blacks in America…that combination of inferior status and derogatory thought we call racism.”

He goes on to say, “The point is the elements of this web are historical, not ‘natural.’ This does not mean that they are easily disentangled or dismantled. It only means that there is a possibility for something else, under historical conditions not yet realized.”

In a 2010 article in The Boston Phoenix, “Is There Hope in Hollywood?” Peter Keough extrapolates the medium of film is making an effort to bridge the race gap. They do this by portraying Blacks as heads of state — in movies like Transformers 22012 and Invictus — although the contexts in which a Black man becomes president is often created by a catastrophe in which the White leader is killed. Or Blacks are still being portrayed in glaring stereotypical roles such as in Precious, with racist clichés like Precious stealing and eating an entire box of fried chicken.

The undercurrent of racism is evident even from well-meaning Whites like President Biden, when he ran against Obama for president. Biden declared that “[Obama] is the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean, and a nice looking guy.” Similarly, another fellow Democrat, the former Senate majority leader Harry Reid wrote in his book Game Change, about Obama that America is ready for a Black president, particularly because he is “light skinned and speaks with no Negro dialect.”

This leads me to extrapolate that despite all that Blacks have contributed to the making of America, this becomes extraneous compared to the first impression our colorful appearance makes. I am compelled to recall what Dr. King, Jr. so eloquently stated, that Black people should be judged “by the contents of their character” and not their skin color.

Many modern conveniences spring from the inventions of Black inventors: blood banks facilitating life-saving transfusions, the bicycle, the electric trolley, the dustpan, comb, brush, clothes dryer, walkers, lawn mower, IBM computers, gas masks, traffic signals, the pen, peanut butter…The list goes on and on.

Thanks to the Academy Award nominated film, Hidden Figures, we’re now all familiar with the amazing contributions of mathematical geniuses Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan, and Mary Jackson, whose work helped make Neil Armstrong the first man on the moon! All of these achievements have become part of our daily lives here in America and around the world as the result of African-American contributions to the economic and scientific stronghold known as America.

Sadly, we still need Black History Month to remind us!

Young Black man with short shaved hair and a suit and purple tie smiles at the camera.
Jacques Fleury

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian-American Poet, Educator, Author of four books and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self”  & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of  Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, Amazon etc…He has been published in prestigious  publications such as Muddy River Poetry Review, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him here.

Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Middle aged South Asian man with reading glasses, short dark hair, and an orange and green and white collared shirt. He's standing in front of a lake with bushes and grass in the background.
Mahbub Alam
The Port

Like the light in the morning I rise like a rose
Then one after another making friendship with leaves of the trees
I lost myself in the bath of the sea
Swimming so high in the sky
I reach the moon where no darkness plays any role
I find myself on the port of you
We both smile out the same in the morning blushes.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
13 March, 2024.
 

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for over seven years. 

Essay from Adhamova Laylo Akmaljon qizi 

South Korean alphabet

The origin of the South Korean alphabet is phonetic syllabic writing. It was created in 1444 during the reign of King Se-Jong (1419-50) by Korean scholars Chon Nin Ji, Sin Suk Chu, Son Sam Mum. Until the first half of the 15th century, the Korean language used Chinese hieroglyphic writing. However, since Chinese was the literary language of Koreans during this period, the new national alphabet did not spread widely. By the end of the 19th century, hieroglyphic writing began to be used again in the Korean language. This writing alphabet represents 24 phonemes. Other phonemes are formed by adding letters. Current Korean writing has 40 graphemes, of which 24 are simple and 16 are complex. But the order of these graphemes is different in the DPRK and the Republic of Korea. Previously, texts were written from top to bottom and from right to left. Now more left-to-right writing is drawing components are written separately from top to bottom.

Like traditional Chinese and Japanese scripts, as well as many other East Asian texts, Korean texts were traditionally written from top to bottom, right to left, sometimes for stylistic purposes. However, Korean is now usually written from left to right, unlike Japanese and Chinese, where spaces act as separators between words. Hangul is the official writing system throughout North and South Korea. It is a cooperative official writing system of Yanbian Korean Autonomous Prefecture and Changbai Korean Autonomous County in Jilin Province, China. Hangul has also seen limited use in the Cia-Cia language.

Poetry from Taylor Dibbert

Regarding the How 


As soon as

He got

To know her, 

He felt

Increasingly certain

That she

Would change everything,

Turns out

He was right

About the what,

Regarding the how,

He ended up

Being really wrong.




Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “In the Arena,” his third full-length poetry collection, is due out in April.


Poetry from Pat Doyne

                LIFE AND DEATH IN ALABAMA

		A fertilized egg is a treasure,
		a boon to the barren, a gift of hope.
		But in sweet home Alabama,
		the latest law gives embryos a bonus:
		eternal life.

		A judge decreed an egg fused with a sperm
		is now a U.S. citizen, with rights.
		If kept quick-frozen, zygotes live forever.
		Sperm donors will pass on.
		Parents will pass on.
		But grandchildren, great-grandchildren
		must keep potential ancestors in liquid nitrogen
		forever and ever. Amen.
		Any careless spills or thaws are murder.
		Any cells lost in the implant process-- serial murder.
		And murder is a capital offense.

		These microscopic cells don’t look like people.
		No face, no bones, no blood, no lungs;
		no organs, tissues, gender. 
		But one dogmatic judge decreed
		these cells are fully human. 
		That’s what his Church believes.
		Our founders erred-- Church ought to rule the State!
		His Church, of course. 

		Living children aren’t the law’s concern.
		In Alabama, school-aged kids 
		can work in factories— child labor. Cheap.
		Children of asylum-seekers? 
		Routinely ripped from parents’ arms
		and locked in cages. 
		Children of the poor are grudged food stamps,
		must fight red tape for every scrap of health care.
		And every day more kids are shot and killed.
		No, real youngsters aren’t priorities. 


		
		But embryos—now there’s a righteous cause!
		Eden’s tree, that bore enticing fruit,
		has sprouted in the courtroom, promising 	
		knowledge of good and evil.
		Alabama’s judge has tasted insight;
		his laws prevent Eve’s needy daughters
		from seeking IVF—lest cells be wasted. 
		Decrees deny a babe in arms to parents
		out of respect for life. 

		He reads God’s mind, this Alabama judge. 
		Or speaks, perhaps, for someone else
		that lurks in Eden, hissing… 


		Copyright 2/24               Patricia Doyne

Poetry from Maja Milojkovic

Younger middle aged white woman with long blonde hair, glasses, and a green top and floral scarf and necklace.
Maja Milojkovic

Raindrops 

Raindrops fall silently from the sky, 
The rose in the garden gently unfolds its petals. 
And love, like a river, flows deep, 
Entwined with rain and flower, in an endless dance. 
Gracefully, the rain kisses the rose in the night, 
Gently illuminating it with its droplets. 
And the rose, like a lovestruck maiden, 
Receives rain kisses with joy and a smile. 
Love, like the scent of a rose in the air, 
Softly envelops the heart, making it strong and tender. 
In this union of nature and emotion, 
We discover the beauty of love that doesn't fade even when the rain stops.

Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" was circulating through her blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to others.

As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube. Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers. She is the recipient of many international awards. "Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle". 
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro,and shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.

Poetry from Umid Qodir

Oh flower,
are you scared
from a temporary wind?
did you hide among the leaves?
didn't it fall down you
old walls?
Have you shed your leaves?
Did you keep your dreams alive?
Why are you still bowing your head?

The air smells like rain
Oh, flower
be afraid of mud!
from mud!