Black and Proud On The Fourth Of July
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When I think back on my participation on the Fourth of July I remember a handful of drunken parties, maybe a boat, and fireworks. All of which were experienced among friends and turned out to be great times with great memories. With that said, that has honestly been all that it resembled in my life. As ignorant as it sounds, I never really knew the importance behind the day; and to be frank I never really cared to do the research. I just always assumed it was the birth of the USA, but I was also under my own interpreted impression thought we had different days. We being black people and them being everyone else. I am not that American with flags and immense American pride. In fact, the only time I ever felt a sense of pride was when Obama took office. I've grown up and have taken in absolutely everything that I can in his country. I've learned people, patterns, and behaviors. Our country is not as glamorous and free as it boasts about. Sure in comparison to third world problems America is one of the best, but in my opinion we are almost as bad off as we have ever been. Beside feeling unsafe because of our standing among every other country in the world, I don't feel safe in my own streets. This is where the stigma stings most. But that's another article.
After doing a few minutes of research for the sake of this post, I decided to scribe my findings. The Fourth of July marks the birth of the United States of America; Americas independence. June 19th or Juneteenth is a time stamp resembling the day we were freed or black independence. That in my opinion is something worth celebrating, especially given all of the things I have learned regarding my history.
I read an article yesterday morning by a fellow counterpart that had me stirring. The writer had somehow compared not celebrating the Fourth of July to being a cynic, or someone who simply could not let go of the country's ugly history. Excuse me while I take a step back to analyze the life of a black person in America at this very moment. The people who are not willing to celebrate this "great country" are home without their sons and children. Think of the recent case about Philando Castille. His wife and daughter now live in torment because of the stigma that lives and breathes among black men in today's world. They are short a father and a husband this "Fourth of July" because our "great country" didn't see the importance of his life. I think of where I am right now in my life. Just the other day I was walking down the street after a date with my love on Newbury street and a woman clutched her purse for dear life walking toward us. This is something consistent with history. Being black comes with a stigma no matter where you go. Black lives haven't mattered, dating back to slavery. No I am not a cynic, I am just a realist.
The writer I put this article together in refute to is The Pretty Patriot. I will not link her blog because I am petty and will not drive clicks to that platform. What I will say is that there needs to be more meat behind her babbles. For those who are choosing not to celebrate the fourth, my fist is in the air for you and us. Now is an important time, and what we choose to engage in is so important. Black people should remember where they come from and not get caught up in the trending of the day. The Pretty Patriot referred to slavery and what happened to an entire race of people a "stain" in the country's history. And to me that was both a slap in the face and a wake up call. Not only will I no longer be celebrating the fourth of july, but I will be celebrating Juneteenth from the actual day through the fourth. It will be a time of reflection and learning, a time to spend with family, and a time to celebrate life for what it is now.
Keep all that ignorant nonsense over there.