Do You Know What You Don’t Know?
Can you imagine what’s possible beyond what you don’t know?
Sick of Being Strong in the Face of Wrong
Years ago, I read a book called Lies My Teacher Told Me by James Loewen. To which I then said I’m sick of being strong in the face of lies. More recently, I heard this lyric in a song: I’m sick of being strong in the face of wrong.
Today, I say I’m sick of being strong as people discuss the merits of the value of my history and culture, the very existence of my history and culture seen as an indictment against the comfort of White Americans.
In the process of trying to minimize the discomfort of some, the pain of others is exacerbated or simply ignored. So today, I say I’m sick of being strong in the face of lies and in the face of wrong.
Yet strong is what I must be, so my history does not disappear into the depths of someone else’s supposed discomfort.
The sad thing is this: When it comes to Black history and culture, so many people don’t even know what they don’t know. And if they don’t know what they don’t know, it’s impossible to realize what’s possible.
Here’s what I mean…
If you only know what you are taught to believe; and if you’re taught to believe that 2+2=5; and if you…
