A Juneteenth Primer

Happy Juneteenth to those who celebrate. 

I have to specify “to those who celebrate,” because it’s still a relatively new holiday. Maybe it shouldn’t be, what with the original Juneteenth happening over 150 years ago.

And some people, certainly, have been celebrating Juneteenth for years. Decades. A century or more.

For the rest of us, it kinda came out of nowhere. Even here in California, where most people are quick to throw out systemic racism as the explanation for everything from climate change to Caitlin Clark, most people’s reaction on Juneteenth is, “Oh wait, we’re celebrating this now?”

We didn’t really get a chance to discuss it. In fact, if we delve a little deeper about Juneteenth, I don’t think it’s a holiday that most of the white progressives, who are right now preparing authentic vegan slave food for their Instagram feeds, would have jumped on board with.

Some throat clearing to begin with. We absolutely ought to celebrate the end of slavery. I like those who refer to it as America’s Second Independence Day. I’d take five holidays devoted to ideals of equality and freedom over, say, Easter or Thanksgiving. The only thing worse than a religion saying sex is bad but celebrating rabbits and eggs in Spring is when we are forced to pretend turkey tastes good. I’d be fine if we just made it a national gravy day, but lets put that stuff on biscuits instead of poultry.

My skepticism about Juneteenth has nothing to do with celebrating the end of slavery. It has everything to do with celebrating Texas.

This might take a little history lesson.

The Civil War ended in late May, 1865. However, because not everybody was following Robert E. Lee’s TikTok account, the fighting went on for some time after that. Texas was one of the holdouts, and on June 19, a Union general pushed into Galveston, which more or less wrapped up the fighting. He issued an order informing or reminding the Texans that the slaves were free.  Sort of.

Let’s go back a few years and start with the Emancipation Proclamation. Many people errantly believe Juneteenth is about the Emancipation Proclamation. They also errantly believe the Emancipation was passed in order to free slaves. It wasn’t. It was about ending the Civil War.

In fact, if you read the language of the Emancipation Proclamation, which was proclaimed (not enacted) in September, 1862, it only frees slaves in states still “in rebellion” on January 1, 1863. In other words, it was a carrot to the Confederate States that if they came back to the Union in the next four months, they could keep their slaves. Just like the four states in the Union, which kept their slaves after the Emancipation Proclamation. Good ol’ Honest Abe’s primary goal was to be the president who lost half the country. Whether slaves were freed or not was an afterthought.

No, this isn’t one of those “Lost Cause” Civil War apologies. All you dumbshits with your Confederate flags who claim that the Confederacy wasn’t about slavery are disingenuous and you know it. It was about states’ rights? Federalism? Way of life? Okay, I’ll bite. WHICH “state’s right” was on the verge of being taken away? WHAT was the key component to the “Way of Life” they were trying to preserve? If “owning slaves” wasn’t one of your top two answers to either of those questions, you’re trying too hard.

Oh, and we can debate whether the Confederate flag is racist. Technically, the U.S. flag flew over plantations much longer, summed up excellently by Denzel Washington in Glory. But whether or not the Confederate flag is racist, it is undeniably about treason. Especially when you consider that the Confederate flag they all fly was not the government’s flag, but the battle flag. The Confederate government, the entity passing laws ensuring states rights, was red, white, and blue. The orange one with the cross of stars in the middle was only used on the battlefield. Only used when shooting at the American army. Which is treason.

But while the Emancipation Proclamation didn’t actually free any slaves when it went into effect, it did eventually apply to most of the slaves. Since none of the states took Abe up on his whole “Keep Your Slaves” Proclamation, the army had the power to free their slaves if and when they conquered each state. As punishment for the rebellion, not because Abe believed in any grandiose ideas of self-determination. 

This executive action was probably unconstitutional. Giving the army the power to take people that the Constitution technically still considered property. I mean, it isn’t as far of a reach as, say, the agency whose job is studying infectious disease proclaiming that homeowners aren’t allowed to collect rent from residents, but the Supreme Court might’ve been brought into the dispute. Fortunately for Abe, the states affected by his action were ignoring the Supreme Court at the time.

Ergo, the Emancipation Proclamation didn’t immediately free any slaves. So it’s probably not a good idea to use it as our manumission holiday. And we don’t. It was signed on September 22 and went into effect on January 1. January 1 is, obviously, already a college football holiday, and even though some of those athletes now make NIL deals, a day when unpaid men are breaking their bodies so some fancy bigwig university presidents can pocket millions probably isn’t the best day to celebrate the end of slavery. 

September 22 is kinda close to September 17, which is Constitution Day. Not that we really celebrate the Constitution. Maybe they could have been combined, reflecting that whole “worth of the individual” thing. If it weren’t for that persnickety detail about the Emancipation Proclamation being unconstitutional. 

Besides, labor unions already put a “People should get paid for work” holiday in September.

Personally, I’d like to use the thirteenth amendment as our end of slavery holiday, considering it a) did it the proper way, and b) affected the entire country all at once. After all, Kentucky and Delaware were still allowed to have slaves after the Civil War was over. Like I said, Abe was perfectly fine letting states keep their slaves as long as they played on his team. 

Unfortunately, the thirteenth amendment was implemented in mid-December, when we’re all busy with Santa parades and shopping. Unless we’re following my earlier idea of shit-canning Thanksgiving, we can’t really be adding any major holidays during that time of the year. That’s probably why we don’t celebrate the twenty-first amendment on December 5, which is the one holiday I truly think we need. We have a Mexican drinking day and an Irish drinking day. Why not an American one? 

Fun little factoid: the state that pushed the twenty-first amendment past the threshold? Utah. They signed off on us having our booze, and ever since then have decided that 3% is quite enough ABV, thank you very much.

So if the Emancipation Proclamation happened in September and went into effect in January, and if slavery was finally outlawed in December, what the heck are we celebrating in June?

It wasn’t the first slave being freed. It wasn’t the last slave being freed. 

It was some Texan slaves being freed. 

On June 19, 1865 a general in the Union Army occupying Texas issued an order that was basically, “Hey, did y’all not hear that y’all don’t get no slaves no more?”

You might think he didn’t use the word “y’all” because he was a northern general. I assume he did, because the Texans seemed to have understood him. 

And, lest we again trick ourselves into thinking this was some grand gesture toward racial harmony, they added a second paragraph to the Juneteenth Proclamation specifically for the slaves, who I’m sure could totally read. It told them that they should stay working where they were already working, they should just get paid for it. They should NOT, under any circumstances, come to the army camps or any other government offices looking for, I don’t know, freedom. 

And I’m sure those Texan slaves (who, again, had to be literate because the Proclamation, as far as we know, was not delivered orally) were perfectly fine walking up to the guy who thought he owned them yesterday in order to negotiate a wage. As sure as I am that those plantation owners were totally willing participants in the exchange. After all, a century and a half later, his descendants were going to need a holiday in mid-June.

Some of the other misconceptions about Juneteenth are that it was the first time any of the slaves had heard about the Emancipation Proclamation. Nope. Somehow, even before social media, scuttlebutt spread. I’ve heard some suggest that these were either the first slaves freed or the last slaves freed. The first one is absolutely a no, considering that slaves had been continuously freed as the Union swept across the Confederacy.

It’s also highly unlikely they weren’t the last slaves freed, either. Again, Kentucky and Delaware, by virtue of not joining the Confederacy, were allowed to keep their slaves until the thirteenth amendment was ratified. By most accounts, a lot of those slaves were freed long in advance of the official date, but knowing the uber-wealthy, I’ve got to believe that one or two holdouts considered their slaves to be personal property up until the moment the government told them they couldn’t anymore.

So if it wasn’t the first or last slaves freed, what is it a celebration of? If anything, it’s a celebration of the Union conquering the last enclave of holdouts. It’s a celebration of some slaves being, maybe kinda, freed, so long as they were willing to take advantage of it.

So why are we celebrating it? Because it happened in Texas. After New York and California, our country’s third obsession is Texas. Sorry, Florida. 

During the BLM protests in 2020, a lot of discussions occurred about which topics were and were not covered in U.S. history. Most of those conversations were annoying because they were topics that are absolutely covered in U.S. history. Just because the yahoos in the media weren’t paying attention when their teachers taught about Emmett Till and the Freedom Riders and Selma doesn’t mean that history was being whitewashed.

The one that stumped me was the Tulsa race riots. Because, yeah, that’s never really been a major topic. Not just in high schools, but in colleges. But I don’t think the culprit is us not wanting people to know that Black middle classers often faced the harshest retributions. That’s fifty percent of the U.S. History curriculum from 1890 to 1960. I think what it comes down to is… it’s Tulsa. I don’t think Oklahoma appears anywhere in any U.S. history curriculum between the Homestead Act and, I don’t know, Timothy McVeigh?

But Texas shows up often. Because they matter. And if you aren’t sure if Texas matters, just ask a Texan. They’ll tell you.

But should liberals in California and New York be celebrating the fact that Texas dragged its feet on ending slavery? Should they be playing along with “Everything’s bigger in Texas”? 

Not just Texas. I’m not sure we should let any member of the Confederacy determine when and how we celebrate the end of slavery in the country.

I’m all ears for a better option.

As Hip as Vinyl

One of my favorite things about teaching economics is how approachable it is.

Never understood why most states wait until senior year to broach a system that most five-year-olds can figure out. You have a finite amount of money (or resources) and, as a result, you gotta choose what to use it for. How hard is that?

We’ve all experienced economics our whole life. For instance, most people are willing to pay more for things with utility, or usefulness, and convenience. Products that are less useful or convenient must be sold at a lower price or else consumers will substitute in the better…

I’m sorry, how much does that record player cost?

That’s, like, just a regular record player, right? The kind we were all too eager to move on from in the 1980s when snazzy new cassette technology came out?

It must be able to skip songs like CDs. Or flip the record over by itself? Oh, I’m sure it’s one of those faux items, made to look like it plays vinyl while in reality, you plug in a flash drive with MP3s.

No? it just plays vinyl records?

Sorry, where was I? Oh right, how intuitive economics is.

When most people hear “social science,” they think history, but when you actually think about the wording, it’s the study (“science”) of human interaction (“social”). And there is no more basic human interaction than “You make a product I want. This is how much I’m willing to pay for it.”

Like, for instance, you produce a record player. If this were 1970.

You see, the law of demand says that people want to pay as little as possible for a product. Unless it’s got the hipster badge of honor, evidently. And the law of supply says… well, I guess the law of supply is in full force here, because if dumbasses are willing to pay more for decades-old technology that’s been replaced by at least three generations of improved products, then sure, I’ll make as many of those damn things as you want.

Actually, there is one economic concept that helps explain the price of record players, which is a decrease in supply. As most companies move on to produce newer, better technology, there are only a few record players being produced. The small number of customers remaining are willing to pay more for the few remaining relics of the past. Maybe there are some warmed over hippies who want to play the vinyl collecting dust on the shelf for the entirety of this millennium. 

I can commiserate. I’ve got a crap-ton of VHS tapes that I’ll never get to watch again. Sure, I’ve repurchased the movies, but dammit, Daughter needs to understand that it wasn’t Hayden fucking Christensen under Darth Vader’s fucking helmet. In fact, when I showed her Star Wars the few scenes she tuned out to were the digital scenes added in the 1990s re-releases, which look so phony now. 

Star Wars aside, most of my VHS tapes are recordings of community theater shows and a couple high school projects I made with Rian Johnson that I could probably sell for a premium. Actually, scratch that, they’re terrible. The only person willing to pay me for them would be hush money from Rian himself. 

Pretty sure I own “WarGames” in at least three formats. Even though I swap most of the movies I show in class in and out of the rotation every few years when I get tired of watching them, “WarGames” has never fallen by the wayside. It’s still, in my mind, the definitive Cold War movie that is still approachable to students today. If anything, it’s become even more relevantthe last couple years with the debates over AI. As such, I know I at least have it on VHS and DVD, and probably BluRay (which I always seem to forget is different than DVD). I’ve also purchased it digitally on Amazon one year when my DVD player wasn’t working, because now that DVD players only cost $20, the planned obsolescence on them is about two weeks. 

Yes, I understand the irony of discussing planned obsolescence in the same post as $300 record players.

A decade or so ago, I hoped the, with digital, we could get beyond repurchasing the same title multiple times, but now we’re getting into the “must purchase on different platforms.” I thought I was being proactive when I burned all the good songs off my CDs back in the mid 2000s. Except I burned them via iTunes and now have an android. And now my laptop doesn’t have a CD drive to reburn them.

To say nothing of streaming companies pulling content they already own off their own platforms. At first, I was annoyed I’d bought all those early MCU titles on DVD when they were all now available on Disney+. But at some point, they’ll pull a Mysterious Benedict Society on the MCU and I’ll be happy I have those DVDs.

Assuming I can find a DVD player when that happens.

So yeah, I get the idea of producing a few bits of obsolete technology for those still stuck in yesteryear. 

But vinyl records are still being produced. By new bands. And they cost TWICE AS MUCH as a goddamn CD. 

I discovered all this after Daughter discovered Taylor Swift. She’s ten years old, which is the proper age for a Swifite. Unfortunately, there seem to be a handful of people over the age of twelve who are ruining the situation for the rest of us, meaning Taylor Swift concert tickets are a wee bit more expensive than Kidz Bop.

Following Taylor Swift is the ultimate form of purchasing the same item in multiple formats. In addition to the CDs and, yes, the vinyl, you have to buy the Taylor’s version of all the albums she’s redone, even if you bought the original album before she re-recorded them. And you’re expected to buy the albums she hasn’t re-recorded yet, preferably in multiple formats, with the knowledge that you will be buying them again when she re-records her own versions in another year or two. But only if she stays with Travis Kelce, because if they break up, she’ll write new music and not need to release another “Taylor’s version.”

Oh, and send some Spotify fees her way, too. 

So Daughter saved up her allowance for a few months to purchase a record player. Then she wanted to buy some vinyl. 

I was sorta game, because, call me old, but sometimes I miss listening to albums as they were intended. I get tired of telling Alexa or Pandora to play some Beatles only to find they don’t know that the second half of Abbey Road is supposed to be played continuously. Nothing’s more jarring than “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window” being in between “Please, Please Me” and “Here, There, and Everywhere.”

Daughter started with three Taylor Swift albums and I threw a couple Lake Street Dive albums because the whole family likes them, even though we mostly listen to them on Alexa. Haven’t been able to find Abbey Road yet, which is probably a good thing. It’s one thing to buy an album you already have on newer, better technology. It’s quite another to intentionally retrograde your version. 

The pricing of these records was where my belief in supply and demand totally shit the fan. There is no earthly reason they should cost twice, even three times, as much as CDs. At Barnes & Noble, the CD version of Taylor Swift’s Red was $18 or $19 and the vinyl was $45! And that’s Taylor’s version, where she’s getting 100% of the proceeds.

Back in the early 1990s, when they were brand new, CDs cost $15-20, while cassettes ran about $10 and vinyl was maybe a little less, because nobody was buying them. 

I remember being at a concert where the artist said CDs and cassettes cost the same amount to produce. The audience gasped. That artist, and others, were hoping to bring the price of CDs down. Instead, the industry responded by increasing the price of cassettes. That pretty much killed off cassettes, because, back before social media, people weren’t willing to pay more for worse technology.

They should’ve quadrupled the price. Then called cassettes “niche.”

Or waited a decade and used the term “vintage.”

Somehow CDs still cost about $15. Evidently they’ve never heard of inflation. Neither have video games. When I was buying piece-of-shit 8-bit games for my Intellivision or original NES, they set me back about $50. With a few exceptions, video games for a PS4 or PS5 stay mostly in that $40-50 range. The difference is that I only made $3.35 an hour back in the NES days, so I’d have to pretty much work a whole week to afford a video game. Now it’ll take me an hour. The same hour I just spent writing this blog while my students watched WarGames.

By that rationale, I could get four or five CDs an hour. But I don’t. I think I’ve purchased maybe ten CDs in the last ten years. Because even when I buy them, I just listen to their contents online, which doesn’t necessitate having the physical CD in my possession, not to mention finding something to play it on. My new car doesn’t even have a CD player anymore. 

As a result there are fewer CD shops. And fewer CD player shops. Seriously, how the hell is Best Buy still in business?

That’s called a decrease in demand. Fewer people purchase a product, fewer of the product are produced, and the price drops. Or, in this case, the price stays the same despite thirty years of inflation. 

That memo that hasn’t hit vinyl. Oh, the quantity available has certainly dropped, which makes it annoying to look for anything other than Taylor Swift, a couple of country stars, and maybe Led Zeppelin. Seriously, the Barnes and Noble had about ten copies of various Zeppelin records. Of all the questions I have about today’s vinyl customers, I really, really, really want to know who is just now, in 2024, desiring to purchase Zeppelin IV on vinyl.

For $30.

I know, I know. I sound like a broken record here.  

But hey, at least Millennials and Gen Zs will finally know what it means to sound like a broken record. My students always thought it was a good thing, referring to broken records in sports. But it’s a Michael Jackson reference, not a Michael Jordan reference. Not that they know who either of those people are. Sorry, I sound like a Taylor Swift broken record, not a Travis Kelce broken record.

Since we purchased the record player and records, wanna know Daughter’s preferred way to listen to Taylor Swift? On Alexa. Or YouTube. They’re so much more convenient.

And what is the record player doing? Sitting there on the shelf gathering dust, just like it was 1986 up in this bitch.

So sure, people, convince yourself that those cracks and hisses are “essential to the music” and pay a premium for it. 

Then go listen to it digitally.

Because you know what I’ve never heard anybody say when leaving a concert?

Damn! Why no crackles?