February is Black History Month in Canada. In this month, all Canadians are called to recognize, honor and celebrate, collectively, the contributions that Black Canadians have made for this country on both of the national and international levels.
One of the key reasons why a month of this type was designated in the first place was to ensure the equality for all people, regardless of our skin colors, so that each one of us could be proud of who we are, where we are from and who we can potentially become. As good as the initial intention was, in reality, equality is not accessible and guaranteed to every citizen in the society.
People, whose skin color is other than white, still face same old discriminations that have transcended generations, since the time of Martin Luther King. Although most of them have gone from being the overt kinds to the covert kinds; however, their reduced visibility has not fundamentally improved the disadvantageous circumstances that many people of color are under.
I, sometimes, fear that discriminations based on one’s skin color can never be eradicated, because they are so deeply rooted in our human history and are so widely disseminated through our human society and unconsciousness that by a tick of a stroke, we may accidentally spew out some offensive words that we want to beat ourselves to death afterwards for it.
Last year, Vancouver Sun, a well-respected newspaper in Canada described one of the NHL player, who scored a goal for his team as the dark guy in the middle. Aboriginal people are still looked down upon by many Canadians on a daily basis. Many Asian Canadians are still being made fun of for the shape of their eyes and the accents of their ancestors. The incidents that take place in the reality, in which I lead my life makes me wonder whether or not we have mistaken the aspirational kind of equality for the real one?