Our History

I have been writing and talking about Black History for a while.  I name Black History as the history of ALL of us.  It is the often forgotten story that is missing in the American narrative that gives a more accurate picture of our country growing, working and struggling together. I returned to my family photographs.  As I looked through the pages of photos, first I realized how lucky I was to have these treasures.  Second, I wondered if these old photos shaped how I view history.  I suspect most people view  'history' as what is offered in the text books in school, with carefully selected, incomplete chapters that round out curriculum requirements.  This is only a part of our history.  Instead I have come to believe that history is where our stories begin-  in our homes.  History is where our stories and lives intersect.  When you grow up with old photographs you begin to see yourself as a part of history.  You can see first hand how your elders worked, played and worshiped.   We all have time lines and events that shape us.  We have people we look up to and admire for their leadership, skill, craft and character.  We are surrounded by people who have inspired,  mentored and lead us to our better selves in our homes, communities, schools, churches and work places. We know writers, artists, orators, athletes, musicians and people with strong moral fiber.  We don't need products and posters and awards to name our personal heroes.  In sharing history I look for those people, the un-named, and celebrate their gifts and talents.  I take pride in naming my own heroes and she-roes.  Learn your history, dig out the old photographs, record your history, listen carefully to the stories of your elders.  Think about the people and events that helped shape you.   Where does your history begin?  Where does your story intersect in the American story, the story of ALL of us?