COVID-19 Lockdown, Day 103
Well, tomorrow, July 4th, is the big day. The day I turn, yes, 40. I plan to first, spend the morning walking and in prayer. I then will go to my mother's house for a cookout and maybe see fireworks later. And for those who do not know the story, I thought the fireworks were for me until I was 9 years old. There has been some talk in the African-American community about the 4th of July this year. I have heard some say to treat it like a regular day, some have said to wear black, and others are probably going to use this day to protest. In a way, I understand their concerns. Some are rooted in historical hypocrisies, and others insist that there are lessons America is too slow in learning. I remember the scene from Roots, in which Fiddler, Bell, and Kunta/Toby are in the kitchen talking about how the Americans won the War of Independence. When Bell marveled at how the local Whites had been celebrating and shouting about freedom being won, Fiddler, as a joke, replied, "Ain...