A couple of weeks ago I was leaving the tavern of the private golf club in the People’s Republic after having dinner with a friend. Four paunchy, aging White guys were at another table and one of them was regaling his mates with his contempt for a holiday called Juneteenth.
“It’s a federal
holiday!” he bellowed, being met with disbelief. “About Emancipation!”
brought guffaws.
I quickstepped out of there,
because I’m not a member and I don’t have time to bring out sock puppets every
bloody time ignorant racists plump up their privilege. That would be a more-than-fulltime
job. But imagine thinking it silly to celebrate the news that slavery was
outlawed (especially since the United States got around to it years after the
other White empires, including the Russian one).
We have so many miles to go.
So let’s get moving for Juneteenth (19 June), with Our Native Daughters singing “I Knew I Could Fly”.
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