Some have asked me why I, a non-black person, insist on celebrating #BlackHistoryMonth . Here are a few reasons why I do:

I celebrate Black History Month as an American, because Black history is American history and therefore my history; and because that history has too often been untold, under-told, or mis-told, and so, needs to be repeatedly retold.

I celebrate Black History Month as a non-black person of color, because so many rights and blessings I enjoy today were secured by the valiant labor and sacrifices of my African American forebears—and I am forever grateful.

I celebrate Black History Month as the son of immigrants, because I’m reminded that the power to come here by choice is a privilege never to be taken for granted.

I celebrate Black History Month as a Korean-American, because there is no understanding Korean-ness in America apart from understanding Blackness in America. “We are tied together in the single garment of destiny, caught in an inescapable network of mutuality.”

I celebrate Black History Month as a Christian, because Black Church History is Church History, and because I see more of the manifold glories of Christ because of my fellowship with Black Christians.

I celebrate Black History Month as a neighbor, because I love my Black neighbors but know I can’t love them well without knowing and understanding their stories.

I celebrate Black History Month as a friend, because I love and cherish my black sisters and brothers, and sometimes that’s all it boils down to.