This is the month we celebrate mothers. What would you do if someone called your baby girl, (no matter how old that baby is) "a nappy-headed 'ho?"

Obviously, I'm referring to the ridiculous invective that spewed from the very rich mouth of former radio talk show host Don Imus. Well, Imus was removed from both his cable television program and his radio program, but the matter of referring to Black women as the infamous "B" word and other hurtful epithets cannot and should not be placed at the feet of Don Imus alone.

As quiet as it's kept, African-American women have had to bear the weight of all kinds of negative rhetoric coming from both the black and white communities.

Truth be told, I'm tired of hearing that unlike women from the larger society, Black women have perpetual attitudes, are too aggressive (whatever the heck that means), and too independent. Brothers, Black women have had to be independent for a long time—longer than most care to remember.

How about some of those historically black colleges and universities that used to ask potential female students to send a photo? And, from what I'm told, if their pigmentation was too dark, sista girl was told there was no room at the inn, so to speak. Such insults didn't come from white folks.

I have been asked to make a video regarding my feelings about the Imus fiasco. It is slated to be placed on a number of Internet sites. I will say the same things I'm saying here.

Black women, in many instances, have been made to feel less than worthy about their personhood. Yet, we bear the brunt of many harrowing moments in this racist and yes, sexist society.

And another thing, no one should have to speak to those rap artists to make them stop calling Black women 'hos and other derogatory names. Do these young Black men not have mothers and sisters of their own?

In my day, when knighthood was in flower, the "brothers" used to sing songs that made women of color feel like a million dollars. Remember "Black Pearl?" One line said, "Black pearl, pretty little girl, let me put you up where you belong." Nobody was calling us out of our names. Male artists didn’t have to be told that using such language demonstrated how ignorant they were. Marvin Gaye's songs always let you know he had sex on his mind, but even those songs were done tastefully and with the full understanding that Black women should be treated as the queens they are. But, I ain't mad at Imus. Honest to God. I'm mad at the community of color that has spawned the most creative of people on the planet by far, yet own virtually nothing.

Kathy Hughes is the owner-operator of TV One and a string of radio stations. This gives her the right to hire whomever she pleases—mainly people of like minds—to man the microphones and offer their own points of view.

No, we haven't seen the last of the Imus's of this world. We haven't heard the last of the despicable lyrics coming from the mouths of many who would have been given a double "F" if they had been in my English classes back in the day. We all know that a number of our sistas still shake their so-called money makers in videos aired on a certain cable TV station without the grace to be embarrassed about the way they sell themselves short. And Imus will rise like a phoenix and wind up at another station to hawk his racist, sexist verbal wares.

Just an aside: Lewis Cole, founder of The Now Theatre, Inc., Paterson, NJ, stopped by my church recently. It was the first time he'd been there. He was bowled over by the land that God has given us. I thanked him because so often people come and only see the building, which isn't even a large one. Others, however, like developers, make offers of $1 million and more, not for the building, but for the land the building sits on.

Many of us don’t recognize the importance of ownership. It's what Blacks had before we could vote in this country. It is the only thing that will give us leverage in a society that is slowly moving backwards every year.

Happy Mother's Day!