This morning started early. I made that drive into Atlanta, handled some business at the job out in Lithonia/Stonecrest, and spent half the day doing what grown folks do—working, paying bills, and wondering where all my money keeps disappearing to, lol 🤣🤣🤦🏾♂️
On the ride back, I started thinking about the Fourth of July.
Now let me clear something up. Yes, I'm Black. Very Black. Ain't no confusion there. And because I'm Black, I fully understand what that means, where we've been, and some of the history that comes with it.
That's exactly why I never say, "I don't see color."
Of course I see color. I see it in my friends, my coworkers, and the people I care about. Pretending not to see it doesn't honor anybody's story. It just sounds like somebody trying to skip a chapter in the book.
But here's the other thing...
This country belongs to me too.
My ancestors shed blood here. Men and women who looked like me built, fought, struggled, prayed, and persevered here. And when it was my turn to serve, I put on the uniform and served in the military right alongside Americans from every background imaginable.
So when July 4th rolls around, I'm not standing on the sidelines acting like I need permission to celebrate.
After that long drive, my plans are simple. I'm headed home, firing up the grill, washing the car, and trying not to burn the hot dogs while acting like I'm a professional pitmaster. Somebody's has to do it, 💪🏾
So wave those flags. Light those fireworks. Eat the ice cream. Spend time with family. Laugh until your stomach hurts.
And if you see me standing by the grill with a spatula in one hand and a paper plate in the other, just know I'm celebrating my country too.
Growing up, I often found myself reflecting on the true meaning of the Fourth of July beyond just the fireworks and barbecues. This day is a powerful reminder of the complex history that shapes our nation — a story filled with struggle, resilience, and hope. As someone deeply aware of my Black heritage, I understand that celebrating this holiday means honoring not just the Independence declared centuries ago but also the sacrifices made by my ancestors to secure freedom and equality. In my own experience, celebrating July 4th includes acknowledging the true colors of our past and present. It means recognizing that the celebration belongs to all Americans, especially those whose stories have often been overlooked. When I fire up the grill and gather with family and friends, it’s more than just a casual get-together. It’s a celebration of identity and belonging. One thing I’ve learned is that pretending not to see color dismisses the rich histories and contributions of the diverse communities in this country. Instead, embracing our differences and shared values strengthens the American fabric. Wearing the uniform and serving alongside fellow Americans gave me a profound sense of pride and underscored that this nation, with all its flaws, is truly home to people from every background. This Fourth of July, my advice is simple: celebrate with intention. Wave your flag proudly, enjoy the festivities, but remember to honor the stories behind the holiday—the struggles, the victories, and the ongoing work toward justice and equality. Grilling may be my way of marking the day, but the heart of the celebration resides in unity and respect for every American’s journey.
Hi Thomas God bless you 🙏