Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Playing The Rice Card: An Introduction To Black History Month

There is a social injustice that still pervades America. A grave misunderstanding that to this day divides the peoples of this great nation. Some choose to ignore it, while others dismiss it as social norm, a evil that will always exist. My fellow Americans, nay, my fellow citizens of the world, hear my plea. Stop this abomination and learn to live with and join triumphantly with your fellow man, that this will no longer darken our history. I, of course, am taking about the great threat, Ricism.

Many have claimed that there is a superior rice, a rice that stands out amongst all others. Take heed and know that were not all rices, even though cultivated in distant lands, rose from the the same earth we tread. Did not our ancient forefathers come together to celebrate the many rices? Why then this divergence. What makes one rice supreme over another? Don't all rices serve to enrich and grow our global culture. Rices from all corners of the world work together to feed our global culture. Why do we feel the need to hold one rice above all others? I have a vision, that the destiny of all rices is to be united, to serve the one great purpose. No one rice shall be honored higher than another, that through great diligence and understanding all rices will be viewed as one. We, as a global people, can overcome prejudice and blatant ricist thoughts. Hand in hand we can be united under the one rice that was many. The global rice.




I know, kind of silly right? But put that in perspective, you can replace rice with race in the above statement, and it will still be just as true. Be just as silly. Really world, WTF? Do we actually need to squabble over this? Grow. Up.

As you may be aware, February marks Black History month, and I chose to make this my first post of the month in order to make one thing clear; I hate racism. Not much bugs me more. Many will will make the claim that “Black History Month” is racist itself. Bull. It's a time in the year to realize that not all the accomplishments of history were made by crusty old white dudes. It's a time to realize we are a united culture. Minorities hardly get recognition for anything. This isn't a “Hold-Blacky-Higher-Than-Whitey-For-A-Month,” it's a chance to pull us a little closer together. Remember that, please. I try to silly and a little absurd whenever I can, but on this I don't falter. Be strong, love your fellow man.

Peace,
B