i totally went there. and i totally can.
with all the valentines going around, even i forget that a whole month is reserved for honoring black americans. maybe its because most of the time its spent being showcased their mistreatment, their shortcomings. their scars are a bitter swallow, and sometimes the beckoning of creamy chocolate is a sweeter chew.
but for me, a child of parents who lived before during and after the civil rights movement, i have known nothing but love from them for all people. they are not scared by our history and i am forever blessed because of it. i can look inside the riotous crowds and marches and see chocolate and vanilla skin, looking "good together, mixed in". standing on the same side. willing to be arrested. beaten. killed for a stranger of a different shade.
that takes love. love is what i choose to see.
so in celebration of love and in celebration of blacks, here are some songs on amore sung by blacks during a time when america was purging itself of its hate.