Because we all know, as POC, as black folk, we can still take part in festivities and enjoy ourselves all day, afternoon, and night. We get drunk as well. We enjoy this day.
But we all know this day is bitter for us. And when all the fireworks die out, that moment we lay for bed (or if you black out, the morning after), our heads are heavy.
I know he already has trouble sleeping at night.
I just want to know Obama’s struggle with patriotism.
Title: Real American
Artist: WWE Hulk Hogan
My Fourth of July Anthem.
I AM A REAL AMERICAN
FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN
Its America Day.
I’m an American.
Gonna try my hardest.
This is for you, America.
I’m doing this for you, America.
So can I at least get it in every now and again?
America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future.
July 5th, 1852
What, to the American slave, is your Fourth 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 denunciation 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 of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States at this very hour.
July 5th, 1852