In the midst of the most eruptive, widespread, and hopeful uprising against systemic racism and injustice of my lifetime, white supremacy is once again staring straight into a camera and declaring that nothing can break its deadly grip on power.
This is all I could think about this week, as I read about the perversion of democracy that happened during Georgia’s primary election, in which precincts in African-American communities were plagued by broken voting machines and lines extending so long that voters brought food, water, and stadium chairs. It was all I could think about when I heard that Donald Trump would hold a rally in Tulsa, Oklahoma, the site of the 1921 massacre of African-Americans by a white mob and one of the deadliest instances of mass racist violence in this country’s history, on
Juneteenth — Freedom Day, the anniversary of the reading of the Emancipation Proclamation to the remaining enslaved people in Texas in 1865, a celebration of Black liberation already
tinged with irony.
Both the Georgia primary and Trump’s Tulsa rally are intended as open performances of white power, meant to threaten and discourage Black voters who overwhelmingly cast their ballots against Trump in 2016 (and Georgia governor Brian Kemp in 2018), and assure white voters who supported these leaders that whiteness still has the nation in a choke hold.