Even before Juneteenth was finally declared a national holiday, I knew I was going out. I didn’t know where, but I knew I had to do something. After all, I had my second photo of Moderna in mid-May and still hadn’t left home well. California was lifting all COVID restrictions (except for leaving unvaccinated people without a mask) and San Francisco – my birthplace and home for 40 years – is expected to achieve collective immunity soon.
The least a black man born in SF could do was celebrate in his hometown; especially since there are so few blacks here.