Infinite

D.L. Hughley said, “The most dangerous place for black people to live is in white people’s imagination.” As we enter the last day of February 2026 Black History month—remember Black people are here today. Our ancestors drowned in waters for us to sit at the shore today. Our history is of the utmost importance, but the presence of our power lives in the light of our people today. I am Black History. You walk among our history every single day. Each one of us with a different Black identity, nonetheless all Black people. Our stories collectively reflect where our culture has been, where it is now, and where we’re going. We shape the future of what we want the world to look like through our actions today. We have to overcome systems that no one else has to ever fathom a thought, simply because the color of our skins. We are bound by thoughts that one day we look out our windows, walk down the streets to a place inhabited by people that look just like us, feel like us—without having to explain a single thing. Without having to shrink to fit an idea in others minds that couldn’t even begin to understand or care how we feel. Building a life without the fear of it being taken away or destroyed. The idea of the Black man in America is inherently dangerous, dumb or stupid, so he must be murdered before he kills someone. To us, the Black man is a King fit to be loved and held by simply existing. Allowing him the space to cry if he wants to because we know that the weight he has to carry, is far beyond the load any other person could hold. He takes care of his children and his family because love is what defines him. The Black woman in America is inherently a symbol of sex, violence and prey. To us the Black Woman is a Queen, Goddess and she is defined by her spirit to uplift. She is allowed to be soft, loud, and courageous all in the same breath. She is protected. She is vulnerable, alive and the center of our worlds—because she gave us life. Black people deserve to just be. We deserve a life where we don’t have to fight for basic human decency. We deserve to enjoy our own light without others trying to dim it, extinguish our filaments. We deserve nothing less than love because the love we emit is the frequency everyone wants to be on, however no idea how to tune in. Happy Black History Month. I encourage everyone to hold these stories shared this month and share them with others. I pray that privilege reminds you that there are two different realities in America. We live in a country seeking to dismantle civil rights, education, and take away other freedoms; for which some of the people named this month fought, gave their lives—were murdered for.