This is what burgers do—turn legit ethnic celebrations into token ethnic slop. St. Patrick’s Day and Cinco de Mayo are far different on their home turf than the commercial drunkfests they’ve become here.
I’m a redneck from Texas and until a couple of years ago, I knew more about Juneteenth than most non-Texan blacks. Wholesome family reunion holiday, big cookouts, cowboy stuff, rural roots even if you’re in Houston or Austin, pride in your people and history—but post 2020 it’s been blown up into a generic blackfest that most African Americans have zero connection with.