When I think about history in America and the Fourth of July, I kind of smirk because the white people got their independence but the Blacks were still slaves. It is a life they literally forced on the slaves. My ancestors lived in shacks with dirt floors, worked in the fields sun up to sun down with one meal a day. They worked, worked and worked.
Then after Independence Day, the Fourth of July was supposedly a celebration for all. Now, we, the descendants of former slaves, also feel like this is our holiday too. To this day, we are happy on the Fourth of July and we wave the American flag. We understand what happened but we still love America.
