I Like My History Straight. No Chaser.

"I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land." - Harriet Tubman

Wow. What an emotionally gripping and thought-provoking statement. To gain one's freedom, but have no home to go to.

Knowing our history and respecting our history is very important to me. I don't take it lightly. The onus is on us to be good stewards of the freedom that has been bequeathed to all of us. While I agree that "freedom is a constant struggle", our struggle today is just not the same. We are not subject to the same circumstances and conditions that older generations had to endure.

Many of us have families and homes. Hell, many of us own land, even. And we sure as hell are not subject to the same level of violence.

I will never tolerate a diluted, just-add-water history of my people. 
Our history does not need to be updated or modified to appeal to the mindset of today. F*ck that. Language without context is just mindless chatter.

Black women and black girls were ripped away from their families and raped, maimed, lynched, drowned, forced to breed, and forced to endure the harsh realities of life in a foreign land never to return to their motherland.

Their words, their wails, their songs, their moans, their hums, their cries preserved in context with the time in which they were were uttered matter.

Period.