We are tired of being black
Black History Month is ruined
March 19, 2019
Celebrating black history is over, and now we’re at the point where we have given up. From acknowledging our history to trying to not let the past repeat itself, “We are tired.”
This year’s Black History Month performance theme was “We are tired.” Year after year black history is celebrated here at Park, and it’s mostly to inform. But what was really forgotten is how tiring it is to fight for your rights and equality. Police brutality, racism, prejudice, injustice are some reasons why “we are tired.” The list goes on and on, but the real question is, when will this list stop?
The Black History Month show was meant to be impactful and beneficial. The main point was to say that the black race is tired and being tired has now become tiring. We brought back videos and clips from previous years to show this generation what the people before have witnessed. Just being tired of history repeating itself and nobody’s doing anything about it. Even in the 21st century, black people are still being killed, stereotyped, discriminated and overlooked.
Every day someone is killed, and whether they’re colored or not, they are still human. In 2018 alone, 998 people were shot and killed by the police in the United States, according to the Washington Post. Out of those 998 people who were killed, 229 were black. It’s sad to witness what law enforcement is capable of doing when they are supposed to be protecting us.
We’ve been given the shortest month of the year to celebrate black history and black people. One month of no harm toward black people, one month of being just black and not changing yourself for others and most of all, one month of being black and proud. It seems that even the one month that is given to the black race isn’t even respected. Nine black men have been killed in February of 2019 by police officers in the United States, according to the Washington Post.
This just shows that whatever black people do they will never be seen or treated the same as a white person. In whatever month, year, or century people fail to treat everyone the same.