There were probably thousands of Super Bowl parties last night in the U.S., and I imagine there was even more alcohol. Super Bowl Sunday: the day where every football novice acts like an expert. It’s amazing how these things work. Suddenly, Ashley and geeky John knows the biography of every noteworthy Steeler and Cardinal while every listener in the room falls for the ruse. I hate this. I hate this more than bad breath. For these tyros, ESPN.com and Wikipedia is a beautiful thing. For those who decided not to play expert and just bask in the social-ness of the evening, I would like to comfort you and say that you didn’t miss much. But that would be a lie.
Good to see J-Hudson out there. Correction: it was great to see Hudson out there. Not only did she reemerge on the grandest sports stage of the year, but she was incandescent. Next up for her: Grammy awards on Sunday. Here’s to hoping that she continues a triumphant comeback.
OK, let’s get down to business. This month (while being the shortest of the year) is the time where negro history is promulgated and celebrated. In elementary schools all over the nation, plays and quiz bowls are scheduled and posters of African leaders are being plastered all along the walls in exaggerated fashion. Last night, we witnessed another sign of a reversal of sorts. With the second African-American head coach (Mike Tomlin aka Quincy McCall) to ever win a Super Bowl, added to the recent accomplishments of Barack Obama and Doc Rivers and Michael Steele and countless others, there is a palpable changing of the guard occurring in this country. This isn’t to say that everything is honky-dory, but the knife that was in nine inches deep has been pulled out six.
(Bear with me for stating the obvious. I assure you that I have a point coming.)
At this rate, in a few years, Black History month may be rendered irrelevant. Not because it will be less important, but merely unnecessary. This month was created by Carter G. Woodson as a response of the repression of black achievements, a way to thwart the self-loathing that a group of people faced as a result of said societal repressions. Over the years, some have viewed this month as further proof of black marginalization. Others still view this as a necessity. Rochelle Riley of the Detroit Free Press, one of my favorite people, wrote in typical Rochelle fashion, the need to do away with Black History Month. Others would argue that history is still history, and blacks are still the minority; so conscious effort still must be made to continue to praise black accomplishments.
What sayeth you: do you think that Black history month is now unnecessary? If so, will that day come when it will be no more?