The other day I was on some passive aggressive (trip) and decided to ask my (White) roommate a question I already knew the answer to, “Have you ever heard of Juneteenth?”
rally in Tulsa (OK)…race massacre…”
I went down that road as opposed to: “Have you ever considered why the f… you don’t know what Juneteenth is and, to make matters worse, have actually celebrated St. Patrick’s Day and Cinco de Mayo more than you’ve celebrated the abolition of slavery in the country you actually live in?”
I never ventured to learn about the history of blacks in Tulsa until a few years ago, when I put two and two together and wondered why my extensive maternal family so rooted in Oklahoma and so close to its second-largest city had NO members there.
A Black friend once told me that she doesn’t talk to her White friends about “the work” she does on herself to shake loose of the black-white, less than-better than dynamic.
Nevertheless, it’s true that there are White people and Black people that are simply comfortable with the “40 acres and a mule” they’ve carved out for themselves.
