It’s Black History Month

My teacher stood in front of classroom, explaining that this new month, February, was Black History month and that we would be watching a video in honor of those that had to fight for freedom. The lights went out, the screen came on, the sound of lashing whips, cries of pain, songs of freedom, and Martin Luther King Jr.’s voice ringing out the words, “I have a dream…” echoed in my mind. I saw the hosing down of crowds of peaceful protesters, the images of the four black girls, and the backs of the beaten slaves. It was too much! I got up and ran down the hallway to the safety of a bathroom stall. That’s when it hit me, all the anger I felt inside for injustice done to human beings. But not only was it sadness and anger but it quickly became hatred. I hated those people that hurt darker-skinned human beings. For the first time in my life, I hated. The hate began like a little flame in my soul but became like a furnace. I was so furious! I went back to class in silence and remained quiet for the rest of the day.

When I got home, I asked my parents, what had happened to me. I knew it was wrong to hate and to get that angry but I couldn’t help myself. And to this day I remember what my parents said,

Jazzmin, what those specific people did was wrong, but don’t hate every white person for a wrong they didn’t do. Always see the best in everyone. But also Jazzy, remember this, as Jesus died on the cross, He asked God to forgive them for they knew not what they were doing (Luke 23:34). Jazzmin, if Jesus could forgive the whole world for crucifying Him and still die to save them don’t you think we should forgive those who have done wrong to us?

In my short span of life, I have been through 21 black history months. Everyone of them different, every single one giving more insight into the history and future of my people. This year I wanted to study for myself and do research on my own. I am and elementary education teacher candidate and I have been studying the statistics and success of our black students all across the country. What I have seen saddens me and I have really just wanted to find a better way to help these children.

My biggest dream in life is to help as many students as I can, find their goals, passions, talents, and dreams. I have found that when someone has a goal and can identify their God-given talent, they begin making path toward their goal and do activities that will improve their talent. I’m still in the process of trying to figure out how I will do this though, so pray for me and if you have any suggestions you should let me know! 🙂

Throughout this month I’m going to be posting little tidbits, poems, videos, music, my thoughts, journal entries, and maybe some recipes. I hope you enjoy and learn a lot! 🙂


(I don’t own the photo-it’s from tumblr)


5 thoughts on “It’s Black History Month

  1. Ebby Lane says:

    I love black history month. It saddens me how little of it I learned in grade school. I wish had an idea of how to help our young children succeed in school. I believe you have already taken the step being a teacher though. Kudos for that! I look forward to your post this month.

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  2. says:

    I love what you’re doing! Utilizing your gifts and talents to benefit others, is in God’s plans for us. Your parents gave you very sage advice. Our history is so full of hurt and pain, if we let it consume us, we limit ourselves. We can remember the pain of others without letting overtake us. Black history is also one of hope and victory. The stories speak to me. I thank God for that. May God bless your efforts. Can’t wait to read your posts.

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