Juneteenth Reflections from an Exhausted Traveler ✈️🌧️✊🏾
Today is Juneteenth—a day of freedom, remembrance, and resilience. And here I am, curled up at home 🛋️, fresh off a whirlwind European adventure 🌍, watching the rain hit the pavement and the sky rumble ⛈️ like it’s echoing centuries of struggle and strength. The thunder’s eased up, and so has the rain, but the mood it left behind still lingers—quiet, weighty, and perfect for reflection.
For anyone who doesn’t know, Juneteenth marks June 19, 1865, the day Union troops arrived in Galveston, Texas to finally inform the last remaining enslaved Black Americans that they were free—over two years after the Emancipation Proclamation had been signed. 📜 It’s often called the second Independence Day, and rightfully so. It’s a celebration of delayed justice finally delivered 🕊️, and the resilience of a people who have carried the weight of that delay for generations.
I’m exhausted 😩. Not just physically from the trip, but emotionally from all that this day represents. So I’ve been watching videos 📲, scrolling through stories 📖, listening to voices that carry history, joy, pain, and pride. I didn’t march today 🚫👣. I didn’t gather or celebrate outwardly 🎉. But I honored the day in the most me way possible—quietly, intentionally, from the comfort of my own space 🧘🏾♀️.
Because sometimes honoring your history means resting 😴. It means letting your mind wander through the echoes of the past while your body recovers in the present 🫶🏾.
And let me say this clearly: Don’t let whoever’s in the White House 🏛️ erase our history. Teach your children their history—truthfully, proudly, and unapologetically. Because Black history is American history 🇺🇸✊🏾. Period. We built the White House—brick by brick, soul by soul 🧱. We’ve shaped every corner of this country—its culture, its progress, its soul. And that truth shouldn’t be tucked away in a footnote. It deserves to be front and center, every day 🔥.
Juneteenth is more than fireworks or festivals 🎇. It’s about truth, delayed freedom, and the power of memory 🧠. It’s also about choosing how you carry that legacy—whether loudly or softly. And today, I chose softly 🌙.
Stay awkward. Stay introverted. Stay powerful. ✨✊🏾🖤
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