The Fourth of July is always very awkward to me as a Black man. Freedom? For whom? My ancestors were slaves. I’m only five generations away from those ancestors, too. It isn’t that long ago. And with the recent Supreme Court rulings, it’s obvious we’re in another period of backsliding in terms of freedoms and rights for all.
But I did stop at Clem’s. It was a lovely early Summer afternoon. They also had a cookout and asked for donations to Brigid Alliance, an abortion fund that helps pay for and make arrangements for folks, who need abortion care anywhere in the country. Although I don’t have a lot of money, I was happy to give something to a worthwhile cause. Plus BBQ and Guinness. You can’t go wrong.