Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you’ve ever met. it doesn’t have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don’t know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.
In an era where parasocial relationships are easy marketing. I always appreciate it when creators take a moment to say shit like “I’m not your friend, and I can block you at my own whim. I owe you nothing.”
it actually makes me really happy when you share a cultural food and someone else says oh, that’s almost the same as my cultural food!, and then they share it with you and they’re right, it is almost the same
it doesn’t really matter to me if it’s rooted in cultural exchange hundreds of years ago or if two groups of people made the same food independently in two different distant geographic areas, i love people and food and how food connects us in unexpected ways
