Anent Black History

The usual, correct, meaning of History is a narrative of events that is recorded, not "made" or "created."  If that means that Black History can't be written, because there's nothing to record--So be it. Certainly, it is largely true of the history of Black people in sub-Saharan Africa, who, before they learned to write of such things, experienced wave after wave of tribal expansion, enslavement, pestilence, famine and mass murder; without ever, so far as is known, having developed a song-form, or a verse-form, and without having learned to dress stone, breed animals selectively, or canvass votes for an election. 

The same might be said of Blacks in Europe and the Americas--were it not for jazz and the genial exceptions of Gottschalk and Scott Joplin and, I think, Duke Ellington, whose 'rags' and whose 'Deep Purple' I passionately admire.

What is imputed, by those who so ingenuously propose that the history of negroes be written  or recorded by the same persons who make or create it, is that there can be no deliberate marshalling of facts in an objective narrative of events in any history--therefore, one might as well begin, and end, with totally biased and vainglorious bombast, designed to impress, exalt, and/or execrate, without thought or consideration given for the persuasions of reason or rational discourse. Everything must bleat or howl or whimper like the mindless orations of Martin Luther King--and unlike, that is to say, the envenomed, calculated polemics of Louis Farrakhan, which are full of bitter truth and vitriolic wisdom, the meaning of which, if you listen close, is murder to the state. Why ever did Jedgar Hoover ignore Farrakhan and concentrate his malice on poor, stupid, basically harmless Martin Luther King?  Personal envy, no doubt (for Hoover, despite being a monster of incredible evil, was not really very intelligent)--Hoover was envious, that is to say, probably, of the size of King's penis, and, in a general way, of King's sexual vitality.  It's fairly certain that King never understood Hoover's murderous animus towards him, and could not have understood it, even if Louis Farrakhan had explained it to him: "He thinks I'm a communist?"