Black History Month

Did you know that ……

  • As of July 1, 2005, there were an estimated 39.7 million black residents in the United States, including those of more than one race. They made up 13.4 percent of the total U.S. population. This figure represents an increase of half a million residents from one year earlier.
  • 31% of the black population was under 18 as of July 1, 2005. At the other end of the spectrum, 8 percent of the black population was 65 or older.
  • There are 9.1 million black families in the United States. Of these, nearly one-half (47 percent) are married-couple families.
  • There are 44,000 black physicians and surgeons; 79,400 postsecondary teachers; 45,200 lawyers; and 49,300 chief executives. (Source: Upcoming Statistical Abstract of the United States: 2007)
  • For the 2005 school year, 2.3 million black college students were enrolled. This was an increase of roughly 1 million from 15 years earlier.
  • 1.1 million blacks age 25 and older had an advanced degree in 2005 (e.g., master’s, Ph.D., M.D. or J.D.). Ten years earlier – in 1995 – only 677,000 blacks had this level of education.

    Data courtesy of the U.S. Census Bureau

  • Black History Month

    As you all know that February is Black History Month. This is a annual celebration which started in 1926. In Honor Of Black History Month, I delicate this post to Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) who was a Famous abolitionist Frederick Douglass once called Paul Luarence Dunbar “the most promising young colored man in America.” I am posting a poem from Paul Dunbar which touched me when I was taking literature in college.I had to memorise his poem ” We were the Mark” for my final exam. This poem is about the mask we wear in front of other human beings to disguise any pain, sadness, or turmoil that we may be going through at the time.
    Here I bring you …..

    We wear the Mask – Paul Luarence Dunbar

    We wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.

    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
    We wear the mask.

    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world think other-wise,
    We wear the mask!