History belongs to she who holds the pen.  When the lion is writing, he ate.  When the prey is writing (but she didn’t survive) she was eaten but also offered a valiant fight.  We celebrate our holidays and milestones through the lens of those who won the war, not through the lens of those who mattered, who fought, whose footprint on history is only neglected because we didn’t hold the pen.

So last week we celebrated Memorial Day, a day when we lift up our nation’s veterans. Our veterans are men and women who fought for the right to fight, but few want to tell that story. Mary Frances Berry and John Blassingame inspired a collection of essays that I edited on “The Paradox of Loyalty,” which speaks to the ways that a country that turns its back on Black folk also expects us to be spot on in defense and defending.  “The Paradox of Loyalty” provided us with pain around Sept. 11, 2001, when too many were challenged to patriot up, to fly the flag of a country that had disrespected us, to mouth platitudes of loyalty even while being arrested for being too Black, too present in the wrong place at the wrong time. We were called to be loyal, but loyal to what? To a nightmare, dream, or something in between.

Now, we have learned that our loyalty knows no bounds. African Americans were the first Americans to celebrate Memorial Day, according to Yale University professor David Blight, in an interview he gave to Black Voices at AOL.  Blight says that African Americans celebrated Union soldiers improperly buried in a field that was once a racetrack. On May 1, 1865, African Americans, many recently emancipated people, righted the wrong by putting up a fence around the area and claiming those who fought for Black freedom.

Few record Memorial Day as something that started with Black folk.  Kudos to Dr. Blight for sharing his knowledge.  Shame on the rest of us for attempting to embrace a holiday that is not a holiday for forgetting the courage, dignity, and integrity of some unnamed Black folks who lifted up fallen soldiers. We hold history hostage when we forget that a recounting of the past is always biased, that history belongs to she who holds the pen.

Why she?  Because those who wrote our nation’s history are mostly White, mostly male, mostly connected to power. Because the stories they tell are self-serving stories of heroism and exemplary service.  Because these folks are not the folks who plowed and planted and nursed and uplifted.  Because the stories of our history are stories that replicate themselves and


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