There's no photos of me alone with my father, but of ones we're both in, this is my favorite. Taken down the Jersey shore in Belmar, around 1952 or so, with my mother and her mother (who lived with us) and some of my siblings, I love the way he's being so tender with my brother Robert (who would have still been a Teamster but soon would be a cop) and me (with my summer tan) only a few years before my father and me began arguing as often and as virulently as he did with Robert when he was in his teens.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Saturday, June 19, 2021
"Somebody asked why is it called "Juneteenth" insteada "Freedom Day."
The word "Juneteenth", to me, contains within it a profound record of the African-American experience of language. With our native languages mostly lost, taken or abandoned, and english thrust upon us, there is a great tradition of passive rebellion and nonconformity amongst enslaved people -- sometimes expressed through language. It's expressed in Juneteenth, I believe, in creating an evolved, improvised (think jazz) hybrid word. Such lingual reclamations of power are mildly annoying, by design, to the enslavers. 'Why won't you do what I say?! Why won't you do it the right way?!'*
*This is my own theory as a biracial man, philosopher and theorist."