It is good to reflect. On this Juneteenth, I took the time to reflect on what it means to me.
Juneteenth for as far back as I can remember is in 1968 in Tucson, Arizona. This is where my life pitstop took me at a very young age. Not in Mississippi near the explosion of the murder of the one and only the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in Memphis, Tennessee at the Lorraine Motel near Beale Street where mama and daddy and many Black people would meet. No. It was in the hot desert of Arizona at a mecca for Blackness amongst all the whiteness down at the foot of the hill of A-Mountain. This is where Juneteenth was celebrated and elevated repeating and remembering the history of a day of revelation when Black people in Galveston, Texas found out that they were free from the sin and shame of slavery and it was at this place that Juneteenth came to me in Arizona, Tucson for sure, and now to see how far the vision and mission have come it is a miracle that others can benefit and take advantage of our pain and suffering. If this is not a miracle then I don’t know what is because I don’t believe any other ethnic group would allow it. They wouldn’t. I don’t believe they would even try to fake it. But us, the Black people, especially the Southerners, they are forgiving and hospitable and they have endured until this day to know that faith and love are the only way to watch and enjoy others learn and earn on the misery that Black people have paid now that’s a miracle and that’s the Southern Truth send your comments and let us know what you have to say.
The Southern Truth.