Obligatory "Black History" Post
Obligatory "Black History" Post In Which Mark Explores His Roots. Mark Bisone Here we are again. Black History Month. I admit it kind of snuck up on me, which is why I’m racing to get this post out in the nick of time. Lord knows that once The Shortest Month of the Year™ is over, we will spend the remaining three-hundred and seven days never hearing a single word about Black history, Black people, Black culture, Black struggles, Black voices, Black representation and “Blackness” in general, whatever that’s supposed to mean. All of us honkies will simply forget such melanin-abundance exists, as we cruise about on our yachts and swill champagne. But I will remember. Because I am one of the good ones, doncha know. I’m also someone who usually gives at least a nod to tradition. Granted this one’s still very new, and a particularly difficult one for yours truly to revere. I’m a man of many mottos, one of the oldest being “ I Hate A Parade .” Not just parades, m...