Wednesday, April 29, 2015

RANTING AND RAVING on a WEDNESDAY NIGHT


          After  many years spent in public school classrooms teaching communication (translate that word into reading and writing) in not one but 2 languages and much of the last decade decompressing and regaining a sense of myself. I am finally giving myself permission to speak and to speak candidly. I am pissed off!  That’s right, you read it correctly. no sugar coating, no polite speak, no editorial correcting the angry black woman’s language. I told you how I feel and now, I will tell you why I feel that way!

            Being born female in this country or in any other supposedly male dominated society is a negative factor. Being born black and female is a double whammy.  Strangely enough because my mother died shortly after my second birthday, the significant adults in my life were my grandmother, a four foot eleven, born red-headed, dynamo along with my father, my grandfather, and my mother’s four brothers. (Told you society, as well as my life, was male dominated!)  Since my family were always my family, I had no clue just how different and egalitarian they were until I reached early adulthood and was confronted with “the world.”

            As  a liberal arts major (languages not history) I have a tendency to acquire books .  Yes, I have a personal library of books on black literature and black history (which I described to the husband of a college friend ….”The day I leave this earth permanently….my children/grandchildren will be downstairs splitting up my library!”).   They might as well since I won’t need the books any more!  All kidding aside…the books I have acquired or reacquired after dealing with two devastating house fires….have value to me because no matter how “integrated” our schools have/have not become…the literary and social history of folk of African descent in the USA has been lost, strayed, stolen and purloined.  We as a people have been carefully edited out.  Of course years ago…..I understood and accepted the responsibility of educating my children about who we were and the validity of our history.

            Anyone who thinks ”edited” out history is accurate has a lesson to learn from a black academic, the holder of a Ph.D. from a major university and a man who teaches the history of black folk at a famous  university in the South. He made the mistake of telling me there were no black folks in Appalachia! I remember sarcastically asking him if I had turned “white.”   Then I realized he genuinely believed what he said. It was school time…for him.  The history of black folks in Appalachia is as diverse as we are, as diverse as are our origins. Immediately I thought about a poet also born in my birth state of Kentucky, Countee (Porter)  Cullen who was born in Louisville in 1903.  I thought about Whitney Young, an early voice in the Civil Rights Movement as president of the National Urban League, born in Lincoln Ridge, Ky. I remember thinking that this professor was a published academic and he had no clue about the origin of many significant black folk!  Henry Louis Gates, well known and published historian, a professor at Harvard University is a native West Virginian.  Carter G. Woodson, a fellow Berea College alumnus, and the “father of black history”  was a native Virginian. Booker T. Washington  was born in Hales Ford, Va., a small town near Roanoke. William C. Matney, my cousin and a national news correspondent for both NBC and later ABC was born in Bluefield, W.Va. Muhammad Ali was born, went to school and grew up in Kentucky. Without thinking, I rattled off names of significant people of Appalachian origin. Perhaps I made the mistake of looking for a depth of knowledge that was not required for history professorships? I knew that the people I have named had Appalachian origins and I have never had a black history class in my life! I thought about the poets – Nikki Giovanni, Bell Hooks, Frank X. Walker whose birth places were all in Appalachia….Knoxville, Tennessee. Hopkinsville, Ky., Danville, Ky. At that point….if  the professor wanted to know of any more black Appalachians…he would have to do his own research…I was through !  (Before anyone starts complaining about the number of Kentuckians named….don’t forget that I am a native born Kentuckian!)

            My list is not definitive, it was not meant to be. I have never  shied away from my Appalachian origins nor will  I.  However, the next person who complains about my identification as a “hillbilly” a.k.a.  an Appalachian very well may find themselves the recipient of either a snub or an old fashioned   dressing down. Let me shut up before I start with the profanity!

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