Juneteenth is an amalgam in the calendar that fuses numerics of days with a month, to celebrate the sentinel event of emancipation.
Empowerment with a meaning!
It’s an unbearable shame that some humans, beastly in their predisposition, unfairly empowered, morally degraded, and profit-inspired, unleashed their selfishness on the vulnerable and naive.
Slavery is not unique to a time or place.
It’s time slavery, in any incarnation, has neither time nor place.
The US has been transformative in emancipating humanity. The foundational sin of slavery that thrived in a convenient black spot during that transformation still needed reckoning.
The Emancipation Proclamation began the remedial process. Racial bias is dying slowly, and we need to hasten the process.
However, salvation is in the solution, not in guilt transference. Empathy is my time travel vehicle.
I’m taking a dive. With due deference, it’s a dive carried by an immigrant who is an American by choice and proud of his choice.
The context is necessary.
So also is the success of the greatest experiment in human fulfillment, called America. My vantage point is flawed; darts welcome.
At a personal level, when my child sniffled, I feared the worst and failed to sleep. How can one reconcile with the enormity of the pain of an unsuspecting mother whose child was kidnapped, never to return, always to be abused? Abuse, rape, diminished existence, exploitation, murder, and lynchings; continued not for decades but centuries.
Taxation without representation did not seem to rhyme with that crime.
Shredded treaties written in vanishing ink of deceit perpetrated the same crimes to the near extinction of the native Americans.
Perspective on ownership is relevant.
Notion Americana is not confined to its territorial expanse; it far exceeds in its soaring rhetoric.
The rhetoric that sits well in my heart.
I came to the USA to seek salvation in soul and flight in spirit.
I’m here to tell you how.
Perfection is a pursuit, and humans are not divine. The American Journey is a melody in which sad songs tickle but romance kindles.
“It’s that prism; if I were a slave descendant, I would look through. The road I travel is rough; the road my slave forefathers traveled was infinitely worse.
Fairness is a pursuit.
The incline on my side of the road is steeper. That’s why I will seek parity through longer strides and hurried steps. I will overcome the prejudice. I will never forget the scars. I will not inflict them on others. My honor demands that. My forefathers advise me so.
It’s my turn to make the world a better place for my kids and their friends of all colors. Love will have to be color-blind.
But I will never submit to inequity—the weak smell of susceptibility in generosity. My generosity is in self-empowerment, shared success, and collective enhancement. I forgive, but give no more.”
Let’s raise the tide. American greatness has room to grow
– brij
