20/06/2025
160 years ago in Galveston, TX, our enslaved ancestors finally received word of their freedom, nearly three years after the announcement was made. Let us remain vigilant and protective of one another and the values of liberty and justice that we hold dear. Together, we must honor their struggle by continuing to fight for equality, uplifting our communities, and ensuring that the lessons of the past guide our future.
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Hace 160 años, en Galveston, Texas, nuestros antepasados esclavizados finalmente recibieron la noticia de su libertad, casi tres años después del anuncio. Permanezcamos vigilantes y protejamos los unos a los otros, así como los valores de libertad y justicia que tanto apreciamos. Juntos, debemos honrar su lucha, continuando la lucha por la igualdad, impulsando a nuestras comunidades y garantizando que las lecciones del pasado guíen nuestro futuro.
🖤 “Nobody’s free until everybody’s free.”
Fannie wasn’t giving a soundbite—she was summoning us.
And if you’re Black in America? That quote isn’t history. It’s a mirror. A pulse. A dare.
Juneteenth didn’t hand us freedom.
We pried it from silence.
Dragged it through cotton fields, courtrooms, birth canals, and police reports.
We waited. And still—we wait.
For systems to catch up.
For justice to stop gaslighting us.
For rest that doesn’t come laced with guilt.
Because let’s be real—some of us are still just surviving.
Performing healing while suppressing grief.
Calling it “peace” when it’s really escape.
Telling ourselves we’re “free” while dodging every feeling that threatens to call us back into our bodies.
But freedom ain’t just the absence of chains.
It’s the presence of truth.
And truth doesn’t always feel good.
It burns. It cracks. It cleanses.
Avoidance will say you’re “unbothered.”
But ancestry remembers everything.
You are the continuation of those who couldn’t afford to flinch—
so don’t look away now.
This isn’t about guilt. It’s about responsibility.
To each other. To ourselves.
To the ones who dreamed of your softness and didn’t survive to see it.
So celebrate. Be loud in your joy.
But don’t confuse the party with the process.
This work didn’t end in Galveston—and it won’t end in your group chat.
✨ Freedom is daily. Freedom is deliberate.
Freedom is a decision we keep making—especially when it’s inconvenient.
