Bringing American Histories to Life
The Naked
by Jamala Rogers
Every year, I hear someone of African descent bash Black History Month — opining that our history should not be relegated to the shortest month of
the year. I do not share that opinion because it was a Black man (Carter G. Woodson) who chose the month of February to celebrate the
accomplishments of Black folks. BHM is no longer a superficial celebration of athletes, entertainers and inventors. The month has become an
explosion of ideas, events, struggles and tragedies that have shaped our existence in a hostile land and touched every aspect of American life.

I look forward to February and March to see what new things I canlearn about my people and about women. I have not been disappointed. The
overlaps of what Black women have done is empowering and inspiring.

I always anticipate what smorgasbord the Public Broadcasting Service will dish up during those two glorious months. Like Eyes on the Prize and
The African Americans: Many Rivers to Cross. On a regular basis, the internet is filled with untold stories and hidden facts about Black folks but in
February, it goes buck wild.

The preservationists and protectors of Black history always do their magic. To get to the truth — the Black truth — they have to bust through the
high wall of racist lies and stereotypes that have long propped up white supremacy.

How else would we know that Clarence Avant was the one who derailed Dick Clark’s scheme to bury the popular Train Soul. How else would we
know that before there was Rosa Parks refusing to ride in the back of the bus, there was Claudette Colvin. How else would we know that it was
Ann Lowe, a Black fashion designer, who created the wedding dress of Jackie Kennedy. Or that when Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated
on Maya Angelou’s birthday, she stopped celebrating for 30 years and instead sent flowers to Coretta King until the widow’s death.
There’s also deepening of events and people that we already know.
Documentaries like Slavery by Another Name, The Black Panthers:
Vanguard of the Revolution, I Am Not Your Negro, A Ballerina’s Tale, LA
92, Whose Streets, The Life and Death of Marsha P Johnson, What
Happened, Miss Simone?, Baltimore Rising, The Rape of Recy Taylor,
Freedom Summer, Who Really Killed Sam Cooke?

The history of Black folks is not the only victims of unsung and distorted
truths in this country. There’s the histories of Native Americans,
Asians, LGBTQAI, women and others who also are pushing
to correct and project their respective narratives.

With the recent racist and sexist attacks on the Atlanta spas, the nation
is getting glimpses of how Asian Pacific Islanders have been
against, stereotyped, marginalized and looked on as
foreigners regardless of their U.S. birthright. Some people are just
finding out that Japanese families were forced to leave their homes
and businesses to be placed in concentrations camps during World
War II as a matter of so-called
national security. Sadly, six Asian
women being murdered by a white dude having a bad day has opened
up the opportunity for Asian Americans to
share their painful, but
subdued existence in America.

The big book of American history is many stories of many peoples over
many years. Right now, those stories are still separate and excluded
from this country’s history written and told from the lens of white
historians and policy makers.

We need to make time to learn about the “other” because when that
happens, we’ll find out the majority of us have been cast as the other.
Fear of
the other has kept us in our silos and not embracing the fact
that our histories are more similar than different. Black history is
American history.