Black History month wraps up today.
I’m a white guy, and I don’t have much to share or teach about the black experience in America. I know my life has been immeasurably enriched by black culture, and I hope it will be further enriched as I learn more. (That’s the Miles Davis and Thelonius Monk part.) I know that my thinking and conscience have been challenged and enriched by the black political leaders who spoke to us in recent decades – not only Martin, but Rosa and Malcolm and Nelson Mandela.
I know that in all this I have been a child of privileges that many blacks in America still do not enjoy.
This is a diary of debt and appreciation. And this is an open thread.