the fourth of july

sufjan stevens' version is better anyway

the fourth of july
Photo by Matthieu Joannon / Unsplash

July 4 was never a holiday I admired much. I liked the fireworks more than anything the date symbolized. This year's celebrations are even harder to stomach. Celebrate millions of people losing their healthcare? The staggering expansion of a lawless police force? The calling for all 65 million Latines in the country to be alligator food?

Yesterday I toured the home of Gerrit Smith, a prominent abolitionist from upstate new york. This morning I read Frederick Douglass' speech, "What to the American Slave is your Fourth of July?" It's 14 pages long, but here's an excerpt.

What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy— a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, at this very hour.
Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the old world, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the every day practices of this nation, and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival.

Read the whole speech. I liked the history and analysis from the National Museum of African American History & Culture. Here, Douglass' descendants read a portion of the speech.

Leo Herrera's poem Illegals is also staying with me this week.

Poem by Leo Herrera is designed to be clipped text over a photo of strawberries. The text reads, "Only people are illegal.   It’s never illegal pizza, illegal ramen, illegal chicken when we cook your food, it’s not illegal strawberries or illegal lettuce when we pick it.   It’s not illegal roofs, illegal stucco or illegal fences when we build your homes, it’s not illegal childcare or illegal mopping when we’re in them.   It’s not illegal taxes when we pay those either.   We’re only illegals when we need to be seen as American people and not cheap labor."
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