06/19/2026
This is my great-grandmother and the house she raised her family in.
Her grandmother before her was born into slavery and lived to see freedom.
My great-grandmother started as a sharecropper, raising 13 children in this house while working land that belonged to someone else. But before she passed, she owned the very land she once worked. The deed was hers.
Today is Juneteenth. The day freedom finally reached the people it had been denied for far too long.
She began on land that wasn’t hers and fought until it was. And today, I support the very agents that help families do what she fought for, plant their roots and hold the deed in their hands.
Freedom was a seed planted by people who fought to see the harvest. Some of them lived long enough to taste it.
I am that harvest. We all are.
Happy Juneteenth. May we never forget the shoulders we stand on. 🙏