What the Fuck Happened to Black History Month?

Every year the question becomes more pertinent. This year, for example, BHM is being "observed" by a slew of "urban" awards shows (My personal favorite is the "Spirit Awards," where R. Kelly continues to draw nominations--and sometimes, trophies!--for pissing on underage, poor girls). Comedy Central is doing the second Galaxy of the Black Stars (um...what?) comedy weekend, featuring Jamie Foxx(xxxx?) in something called Laffapalooza which, if I recall correctly, is a play on the name of a white-dominated alterna-rock festival from the 90s. I guess Comedy Central needs this ghostly tie-in to ensure that enough white people watch this tired parade of stereotypes. Also, in case you haven't noticed, basic cable channels have opened the vaults and are now showing such craptastic "films" as The Tuskeegee Airmen, Barbershop, anything with Denzel Washington, and some Oprah movie of the week selections, every afternoon at 4 and noon on Saturdays.

So there you have it. Black people have captured, if only for 28 days, the awards show circuit, a third-rate cable comedy network, and commercial TV matinees. "Brothers and sisters, I have been to the rooftop! And I have adjusted the antenna, and I have seen the shuck-n-jive Negroes on television! Now, I may not get to the end credits with you, because I may have to go vomit my fucking guts out, but rest assured that we have secured a place in an America that values us for the way our buffoonery eases its guilty conscience, and not for the content of our character! Fuck you all. And somebody stop this grave, it seems to be spinning..."

What a shithole this place is.

Oh, for a brilliant encapsulation of the farce that is BHM, see the Rutgers Centurion, ever the enemy of history, which pillories Paul Robeson this month because he said something nice about Stalin. Why couldn't that asshole have just licked whitey's boots some more? I mean, damn! there were plenty of shitty white folks right here in the USA he could have kowtowed to.