What Juneteenth Means to Me

I will be honest.
I do not remember hearing much about Juneteenth when I was young.
Maybe that was because I was from the Midwest. Maybe it was because, for a long time, Juneteenth was mostly spoken of as a Texas celebration. Maybe it was because some parts of our history were passed down in whispers, while other parts were left for us to find when we were older and strong enough to carry them.
But when I did learn what Juneteenth meant, I felt something heavy settle in me.
It saddened me.
The kind of sadness that comes when you realize freedom was not only denied, but delayed. When you realize some people knew slavery had ended and still refused to release those who had already paid for this country with their bodies. Their labor. Their children. Their names. Their grief.
It is one thing to know slavery existed.
It is another thing to understand that even after freedom was declared, some still refused to let enslaved people go.
That is the part that stayed with me.
Those additional years.
Those families were still held in fields, kitchens, barns, and houses while the world had already shifted on paper.
And yet, inside that sadness, there was also relief.
Relief that someone finally came. On June 19, 1865, word finally reached the enslaved people in Texas that they were free.
Not free from struggle.
But free from legal bondage.
Free from being owned.
And for that, we remember.
For that, we gather.
For that, we cook.
Juneteenth, to me, has never felt like a holiday that should be reduced to a sale, a slogan, or a color palette. It is not simply a summer event. It is not just another reason to put something on a calendar and call it progress.
It is ours.
That does not mean others cannot stand beside us. I believe they can. I believe they should if they come to understand that this is not a costume, not a marketing angle, not a borrowed celebration to be emptied of its meaning.
Juneteenth is not about making everyone comfortable.
It is about telling the truth.
It is about the last day of slavery, reaching the last people who were still being held in its grip. It is about delayed freedom and the people who survived long enough to hear it named.

Kyle J. Hayes

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