Juneteenth is the oldest known celebration commemorating the ending of slavery in the United States. Today in Berkeley the sun came out for Black folks and all our cousins acknowledging the old slavery and our ancestors. Yet, quietly understanding that the new slavery in a heartbeat can create an Oscar Grant moment.

My eyes on the masses we came out in bright colors, rocked great music, and exhibited brilliant art. There were no political voices on the mike. The silence was deafening. No street corner political voices telling us to keep our eyes on the 2012 Obama prize. No news on what direction we should be taking as the descendants of slaves. But, we nodded to the beat of African drums, and threw down on the Bar-b-q, while the Nation of Islam sold bean pies. I ain’t mad at us, just concerned.

Sunshine on both side the streets, we be cool. Perhaps, I’m over thinking the day – Not.