We celebrate Black History Month as we celebrate Women’s Month: a minor ‘mia culpa’ to the years of repression, oppression and abuse for both. Even as I write this, I’m aware of the dual-edged sword of words: they are necessary but they can also be an easy way out.: for I know it’s easier to post and to tweet about justice towards all humans than it is to do something. Particularly when you’re sacrificing something dear. Still, let us NOT forget that we must be watchful about our own tendencies towards cliquishness, which builds fences. The fences become walls. Walls become laws.  I love the poetry by Langston Hughes.  Langston Hughes (1902-1967) was a poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He lived in what I have not had to live. A poem by Langston Hughes: