Friend, Juneteenth is the oldest national commemoration of the ending of slavery in United States history. Two and a half years after the emancipation proclamation was signed into law Texas was still openly practicing slavery. It took a military invasion of the state to finally allow Black people, who were being used for their labor, to simply be released from this system. As we in Texas, and around the country, attempt to celebrate this moment the irony is not lost on us. Recent conversations around the country have highlighted the past four years of countless Black lives lost, while White and corporate America have struggled with the notion that my Black Life Matters. Well, the truth is it has actually taken much longer than four years, and the blood of Black folk is screaming from American streets and dripping down poplar trees. The Emancipation Proclamation was signed into law in 1863 and today, in 2020, the ancestors of those signers are just now mustering the courage to admit Black people matter. This isn’t an accomplishment. It’s a travesty. So as Black people celebrate this moment in our country’s history, understand that we’re not celebrating empty White words, promises and policies. We celebrate because we are still here. We celebrate because no matter what this society has thrown at us we have found a way to not just survive but thrive. So Juneteenth is not a celebration of freedom, it is, however, a celebration of perseverance in the face of wickedness; of enduring hardness like good soldiers. It is a celebration of making a way out of no way. It is a celebration of remembrance; remembering that words and proclamations, and policies mean nothing unless they are followed by actions. |