On June 19, 1865, Union soldiers arrived in Galveston Bay, Texas, and freed the last enslaved people in the Confederacy. When we celebrate their freedom, we celebrate America itself. thefp.com/p/bcf18588-808…
Despite our nation’s extraordinary founding documents about equality, this country was founded as a slave-owning state. That is our birth defect. But the words in those carefully crafted documents—written by great men who were themselves flawed human beings—ultimately lit the way toward a more perfect union. In some sense, the history of the United States is a story of striving to make their soaring words—We the People—real to every American. It’s the story of becoming what we profess to be.
Today, just as I once did with my parents, I will celebrate Juneteenth. I will think about my ancestors and what they must have felt when they were liberated from slavery. And I will give thanks for being born in a country where such moral progress is possible. That is worth celebrating not just by black Americans but by all of us.
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I grew up in segregated Jim Crow Alabama, where no one batted an eye if the police killed a black man. So it is a source of pride for me that so many have taken to the streets — peacefully — to say that they care. Yet protests will take our country only so far.
The road to healing must begin with respectful but honest and deep conversations, not judgments, about who we were, who we are and who we want to become. And if we are to make progress, let us vow to check the language of recrimination at the door.