|Vol. 16 No. 3
February 8, 2021
Columns & Features
by Heidi M. Pascual
by Jamala Rogers
|Black History Reflections
events. With COVID-19, things have gone virtual for the most part.
And so, The Capital City Hues has taken a little different approach to its Black History Month coverage. In some ways, we have waxed
philosophically with our theme of Sankofa, a Ghanaian word that essentially that you look to the past to understand the present and plan for the future.
And from experience, I know that it has been a struggle for African Americans to tell their story in enough settings with enough frequency that America would finally
learn from its past, not to speak for African Americans to learn their own history outside of the plentiful stereotypes that have been offered through the years.
Back in the early 1970s, I found that although I was for equality and equal opportunity, I didn’t really know the story of Black people at all. And my ignorance made
me a potential pawn in the racial politics of American society, much like some of the minions of Donald Trump.
And so I got involved in Project Self-Help and Awareness, which took college students to Mississippi to work on projects like planting crops or putting running water
in old houses. And we also worked in Head Start programs. This was in rural, Black-majority counties in Mississippi, places like Greenwood and Blackhawk.
And I remember sitting around at night and sometimes drinking a beer and listening to the elders talk about the civil rights movement. And I grew to understand that
each local community had to have its own civil rights movement to allow the local Black community to stand up to centuries of oppression. If people didn’t stand up
locally, then the movement came and went because no lasting change had been enacted.
And then at UW-Madison, I took a slew of Afro-American Studies classes that delved in literature with most of my classes being taught by Dr. Findley Campbell who
was also pretty politically active with the International Committee against Racism and the Progressive Labor Party.
Again I felt I really didn’t know. And so when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to attend Alcorn State University in Lorman, Mississippi. A dear friend of
mine, Eddie Young from Itta Bina, MS came along with a couple of friends to stay with me during their spring break and then they invited me to visit Alcorn when
UW-Madison was on break.
And so, I headed for Alcorn State University in August 1975 and stayed for two years.-- READ MORE
by Jamala Rogers
As with everything else this year, Black History Month has taken on a different tone this year. In years
past, there would be celebrations like Delta Sigma Theta’s Heart & Soul Scholarship Fundraiser to go to.
And there would be different talks on Black history to go to at the Wisconsin Historical Society and other .
By Kwame Salter