My pastor asked if I would share a spoken word piece this past Sunday,
in honor of the Fourth of July.
I told her it would be seasoned —
with some Frederick Douglass,
a touch of Fannie Lou Hamer,
and most certainly, Jesus.
It was birthed in the swirl of all that’s happening around us.
And still —
it amazes me how words spoken
173 years ago,
233 years ago,
2,000 years ago —
still rise, still echo,
still call us to pay attention.
Dear Fourth of July:
Before I begin, I need to thank my parents, teachers, professors and all the sages
Who taught me the truth about you that would
Not be found in history book pages.
So this is why you need to understand my
Thought process and reasoning,
And accept that this piece will have some
Frederick Douglass seasoning.
(Pause — transition to Douglass)
Frederick Douglass’ words to America,
The place where he was born:
“This Fourth of July is yours, not mine.
You may rejoice, I must mourn.”
(Pause a bit longer — powerful quote)
When addressing the holiday as an
Expression of freedom and legacy,
Douglass says I am not included within
The pale of this glorious anniversary.
Douglass spoke this in 1852, 11 years before
The Emancipation Proclamation was issued,
13 years before Texas received the news—
Add to that two centuries—that’s about 233.
(Pause, let the weight of history sink in)