| I’m ashamed to admit that I still don’t know what to do with Juneteenth. As many of you know, I happen to be Black. I feel somewhat compelled to “celebrate” this day, and even more compelled to celebrate the fact that Black people made it a national holiday.
But, as many of you know, I’m also old. In dog years, I’m at the age of “Wait, is that a new trick? I don’t know about that.” Juneteenth was never celebrated by my family as I was growing up (I’m a Northern Black and the holiday was more of a Southern Black thing), so I don’t really have any history or traditions to fall back on. It’s always hard to make “new” history, and for me it’s particularly hard to get into celebration mode because Juneteenth sits smack in the middle of Supreme Court decision season. I’m locked in right now, and with this court, I feel anything but “forever free.”
I want my kids to have positive, Black associations with the holiday, though. I’m already well known in my family as the Halloween curmudgeon, and I don’t want to add to my rap sheet.
My solution was to play spades with my children. I know Black people who don’t know how to play spades, and I always feel sorry for them. |