Black History Month

So, Black History Month, we meet again.
It seems to me that Black History Month is the only celebrated ethnic month. Well, it is the most widely celebrated ethnic month. There are other Ethnic Celebration/History months, you ask? Why, gee, of course there is.
There are nine other heritages that are designated to five other months. You have Greek-American and Irish-American Heritage Month in March, Asian Pacific American and Jewish-American Heritage Month in May, National Hispanic Heritage Month in September/October-ish, German-American, Italian-American and Polish-American Heritage Month in October, and National American Indian Heritage Month in November. Now who knew all of that? I, for one, did not. But, where, may I ask is the heavy stream of Greek and Hispanic and Asian Pacific information in our schools, on our T.V.s, posted in our offices on their designated month? I see none. Do you?
So this brings me around to my point; Grudges. (I know, weird segway) All of these nationalities and races have just as rich as background as those of African decent. All of them have suffered to become accepted as part of this nation, as real Americans, some still suffering with that social hurdle now, and all have contributed to our culture as a whole; The American culture.
Believe it or not, the American culture is not a myth. No, ladies and gentlemen, it is here, before you in it's rag-tag, quilted, stirred up, stolen, borrowed, mixed up glory.
But I digress. Those of African decent are still bitter about their ancestors being sold by their own, kept in horrible conditions, killed off, worked to death, sold like cattle, beaten within an inch of their life, sometimes to death, treated as second class citizens, and racially profiled. (Well, some of that still happens but in not so severe and the roles have changed.) I know this and I understand, quite a bit. My father, a black man, grew up in the 70s, right after the Civil Rights Movement, tells me how he is 'through giving to the Arian Nation,' the Arian Nation being my mother and white women in general. I get how you can get mad when I white guy says, "You people . . . " I get it. You're bitter, you're upset and you've been held back for a couple hundred years. But think about this; What if the script was flipped and white people were the slaves? It would be the same way only black people would be called the racists more often.
So what am I saying here? Let it go. I have, from both sides. I've been called a racist little black girl, a racist little white girl and you know what, I don't care. Yes, what happened all those years ago was horrible and yes, it did keep my father's people from reaching their full potential and yes it did set up the wrong mentality for them even today but I've moved on. It's a new age. I'm allowed to read, get rich, better myself, go to college, go to any store, apply at any job, no matter what the color of my skin my be. You want to know why? Because it's the 21 century, not the 1800s.
If you want to stop feeling like you're prejudiced against, then stop playing into your own stereotype. Show your ancestors that their suffering and their struggle wasn't for nothing. Show your grandparents that they didn't endure all of that just for you to throw it all away. Stop holding grudges. Move on with your life.