06/19/2026
Juneteenth means something different
when this is your son.
I used to know it as a date on a calendar.
Now I feel it.
Here's what I can't stop thinking about:
The Emancipation Proclamation was issued in 1863. But enslaved people in Texas didn't find out they were free until June 19, 1865.
Over two years later.
Two years of freedom that existed on paper but not in real life.
When I look at Isaiah, I think about what that would have meant for him. A boy who is loved, who belongs, who is ours. Living in America. Technically free. But not actually free.
That's not history to me. That's my kid.
So when I hear people downplay Juneteenth,
I try not to get angry.
I just want to ask one thing:
Can you put a face on it?
Put a child you love on it?
Because freedom isn't just something to be granted.
It's something to be lived. Felt. Passed down.
When it's delayed, it doesn't just sit on paper. It sits in the body of every person who deserved to live fully and couldn't.
That's what I want for Isaiah. It's what I want for every person of color. It's what I want for leaders. It's what I want for all humanity.
Not just freedom on paper.
Freedom that can actually be felt every single day.
Let Freedom Ring!
Happy Juneteenth.
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