February brings a collision of mixed emotions like no other month does. This time set aside to recognize those in the African American community who have paved the way for the liberties we now enjoy is also one of the saddest. As we celebrate those who have fought and even died for the rights that we now freely enjoy, I can’t help but think of those who will never know anything about that freedom.
The children who will never hear their great grandparents tell stories of what it was like to live during times of segregation.
The children who will never experience the joy that comes from an extra day off from school dedicated to celebrate and remember the life of Martin Luther King, Jr.
The children who will never know how hard ancestors like Dred Scott had to fight to give them laws they benefit from today.
Thoughts like these flood my mind amidst the elation brought in by February. If we’re going to identify Black History, we must identify all of Black History. By only highlighting the positive we are doing a disservice to the memory of the unborn who don’t have a voice to speak for themselves.