07/04/2025
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Red, White & Blew Right Past the Point
I don’t celebrate the 4th of July anymore.
Not because I hate fireworks. Or community gatherings. Or parades on Main Street.
But because the 4th — Independence Day — ain’t what they say it is.
It’s a gaslight in red, white, and blue.
It’s a carefully curated lie meant to distract us from the real story — the one that exposes this country’s roots for what they truly are: a white supremacist fever dream built on domination, dehumanization, and destruction.
We didn’t just “steal” land. That word’s too soft.
We invaded it. Slaughtered for it. Declared ownership over bodies, cultures, and sacred traditions that weren’t ours to take.
Theft was just one symptom.
This country was founded on an intentional, calculated system of violent control — where anything that wasn’t white, Christian, male, and wealthy was treated as subhuman.
It was never about freedom for all. It was about power for a few.
And when the enslaved got too loud?
We rebranded slavery into segregation.When that got inconvenient? We evolved it again — into mass incarceration.Into ICE.Into voter suppression.Into legal slavery with a new name and better PR.
This country has never stopped trying to own Black and brown bodies.It’s just gotten better at disguising it.
Today, we arrest, detain, and deport in ways that mirror the Transatlantic Slave Trade almost beat for beat:
Sn**ch people from their homes.
Deny them rights.
Ship them to foreign prisons.
Exploit them for labor.
Strip them of their dignity, their autonomy, and their voice.
And we do it in the name of “freedom.”
We wrap it in the flag.We call it “Old Glory.”And we say it represents our “core values.”
Freedom. Justice. Liberty — FOR WHO, EXACTLY?
Because the truth is, this milestone we’re told to celebrate?It was never meant for people like me. Or most of you.It was reserved for straight, white, wealthy, cisgender men — the same fragile egos who’ve always been terrified of actual equity because they know that in a truly level world, they’d lose.
I can’t keep celebrating a holiday that asks us to ignore the bodies buried beneath our barbecue pits and parade routes.
I won’t cheer for a lie that only serves the elite, the pale, the powerful.
What we need isn’t a culture shift — we need a goddamn reckoning.
We need a tsunami of radical truth to flood these borders and expose the rot.To shatter the illusion.To demand a full-body realignment of our values, our systems, and our souls.
And yeah, I used to celebrate.I brought my babies to the parades. I clapped for the fire trucks.I laid out blankets and watched the sky explode.
Because I believed in the myth.
Hell, I loved the myth.Until the cracks got too big to ignore.
Until I realized the stories I was raised on were weaponized lies.
Until I started listening to the people this country was built to silence.
Until I started reading what they didn’t put in the textbooks.
And suddenly, it all made sense:
The systems.The oppression.The laws designed to criminalize culture.The cops trained to protect property, not people.
It’s all connected.
It’s always been connected.
And the saddest part? We’ve normalized it.
We’ve turned injustice into tradition.Made oppression feel like patriotism.Wrapped genocide in confetti and fireworks.
But I still believe in us — the people.Not the founding fathers.Not the constitution.Not the systems.
Us.
The band kids.The girl scouts.The communities who show up, despite everything.
And the fireworks? They were never about nationalism for me.They were about that messy, beautiful reminder that difference doesn’t have to mean division.
That we can all explode in our own way and still create something breathtaking together.
That’s the America I want.
But we don’t get there through denial.
We get there through truth.
Through reparations.Through radical love and unflinching accountability.
We get there if — and only if — we’re willing to:
Swallow our pride.Acknowledge our wrongdoings.Right our damn wrongs.
And then launch a wave of justice so loud, so honest, so unapologetically human — that we finally build something worthy of real celebration.
UN1TED Freedom is that wave.
The modern-day movement.The pivot.The truth.
The actual legacy we can be proud of building.
💜🌈🌎
Mel B’s P(rovocative)C(ontroversial) Musings
