A New Revolution in Black Womanhood Begins March 1, on Black Women's Appreciation Day [news.yahoo.com]

Posting here in response; I posted this on Facebook on 3.1.22  

It’s Black Women’s Appreciation Day.
Seriously.

A day to celebrate Black Women? 3.1.22 honors Black Women’s contributions? One day is ridiculous.

It is about time to honor Black women. As I have said in this space many times before, Black women have saved democracy again and again.

Black women saved America by turning out the vote for Biden; by, earlier, getting Alabama attorney Doug Jones elected to the US Senate where he helped keep Trump from destroying Obamacare.

Black Women made “Me Too” happen and are finally getting people who would never admit it before that “Black Lives Matter.”

I didn't know 3.1.22 is Black Women’s Appreciation Day until late last night. Where are the stories about it?

It is a shame that it is just one day. It’s just one day when democracies everywhere need to celebrate it every day. For a several hours a day, every day, by letting Black women rest. And not have to worry about their sons walking or driving or running somewhere.

And to not have to feel the weight of the world, if they feel that. And I believe many do.

I wish I could bottle rest and give an endless supply of rest and self-care to all Black women in honor of the day.

I don't know what is a truly appropriate way to celebrate the day, other than to wish my Black women friends well and to Tweet and post the heck out of this tonight and tomorrow so more people will know to say “thank you” or something acknowledging appreciation to Black women.

There is really no way to fully thank Black women for their role throughout history, but especially in the last six years when again and again by razor thin margins such as that Stacey Abrams called forth in Georgia. Thanks to her being such an incredible force with such wisdom and diligence, she made the difference in Georgia for Biden. And that made the difference for us all in that world-changing election.

Again and again Black women have saved Democracy’s incredibly exposed and vulnerable ass.

One day to celebrate this seems almost like an insult.

I mean, if Trump had won I wonder how differently things would be playing out in Ukraine now? Instead of the tide shifting to Democracy, as it seems to be, would autocracy — plutocracy — already have taken over in Ukraine and be heading through Poland to Paris?

Sunday night I watched “The Equalizer.” I do love Queen Latifah and have since her standout work in Chicago so many years ago.

The Equalizer was a great show. I’d never seen it before. I love how it taught a lesson in Black history. The arts — drama, music, written, spoken, sculpted, sung, danced — bring truth. Experiencing and acknowledging the truth helps healing begin.

In this episode a piece of art stolen during the Tulsa Race Massacre was owned by the great-grandson of the thieves and murderers who’d killed the family (all had burned to death except one person) of a now 106-year-old woman. The guy needed to give that piece of art back to her. It was a portrait of her mother. And she wanted to see it one more time before she died. And there was no way this guy would admit to owning the piece that would be valued at millions of dollars.

Jada Pinkett Smith brought her full-blown badass self to help when Robyn McCall (Queen Latifah’s character) asked her to come in on the heist.
It was exciting and the writing, acting, visuals, and plot all worked well.
In the end, despite these two women being extremely different — Robyn is grounded, serious, wise, purposeful, generous and full of integrity; Jessie, the Jada Pinkett Smith character, is brilliant, fearless, audacious, a risky partner, dangerous — they had each others’ backs. They end up getting the portrait back and the beautiful centenarian woman sees her mother again in the portrait, and sees her own childhood handwriting on the back of the artwork, as she had gotten to sign the portrait too. There was her name: “Emma.”

I loved the show. It rang true to me about there being Black women heroes out there doing the impossible day in and day out, bombs and guns and bad guys not withstanding.

I’m glad there is this day. I am glad there is that TV show. I am glad there are movies with Black women heroes and there is a Black woman Supreme Court judge nominee and that Oprah brought folks together over our being so much more alike than we are different.

All this seems like an infinitesimal fraction of a fraction of what is due, to have a day to celebrate Black women.

And again, I am glad it is happening. And I am grateful for the myriad ways Black women have saved our butts.

This may not be elegant, but it is a heartfelt thank you.

C.