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Every Juneteenth, as soon as Pamela Baker got to Booker T. Washington Park, she'd race to the merry-go-round, squeeze through the swarm of shrieking kids, grab one of the shiny rails, and hold on tight. After a few minutes, she would jump off and dart up the steps of the nearby dance hall to survey the throngs below. She and her brother Carl would weave through the crowd, looking for cousins from Dallas and Houston they hadn't seen since the previous year. Eventually, her whole family would congregate under an oak tree their ancestors had claimed as a gathering place a century before, in the years after news of the end of slavery reached Texas.

"Every year, this is where we'd be," Baker said. It was a cold January day, and she sat in a purple pew in the park's open-air tabernacle. Baker, sixty, wore camo pants, a hoodie, and a knit cap. She had come from work and looked tired as a heavy rain beat down around her. The park sits along Lake Mexia (pronounced "muh- hay-ah"), about thirty miles east of Waco. For generations, African Americans made pilgrimages to this spot to celebrate Juneteenth, or Emancipation Day. They came from all over the country to hear the reading of the Emancipation Proclamation, to worship, to run and play in the green fields, to dance in the creaky pavilion, to eat barbecue and drink red soda water, to sleep under the stars. Locals referred to the park by its name from an earlier time: Comanche Crossing. Juneteenth here would run for days on end. It was like a giant family reunion, held on hallowed ground.

Baker grew up in nearby Mexia, and each June, her family would camp around that same towering oak. In the early sixties her grandfather built a wooden countertop around the trunk, and every June 19, her grandmother and members of her grandmother's social club would fry scores of chickens in an old black washpot-enough to serve a few hundred people who'd stop by to sit, eat, and reminisce. "Juneteenth meant everything to us," Baker said. As a kid, she looked forward to the holiday all year long.

Until she didn't.

"After what happened with my brother," she said, "we weren't interested in coming out here anymore."

Forty years ago, on June 19, 1981, not far from where she sat now, her brother Carl and two other Black teenagers drowned while in the custody of a Limestone County sheriff's deputy, a reserve deputy, and a probation officer. The Baker family was devastated-as was the entire town of Mexia. The deaths became national news, with people from New York to California asking the same question as those in Central Texas: Why had three Black teens died while all three officers-two of them white, one Black-survived?

Over the years, whenever a highly publicized incident of police brutality against a Black person occurred, many in Mexia would think back to that night in 1981. This was never more true than last summer, when outrage at George Floyd's murder, captured on video in broad daylight, sparked one of the largest protest movements in U.S. history. As millions of demonstrators took to the streets, Mexia residents were reminded of the drownings that once rocked their community and forever changed their hometown's proud Juneteenth celebration, which had been among the nation's most historic.

Four decades later, Baker still grieves for her brother. "It never goes away," she said quietly, sitting in the pew, surrounded by the ghosts of her ancestors. "I miss everything about Carl-just seeing his smile, his dark skin with beautiful white teeth, walk into the house after work. I wish I could see him come up out of the water right now, but I know I can't."

She paused and looked toward the lake. "My brother," she said, "he didn't deserve that, what they did to him."

James Ferrell was at Comanche Crossing on June 19, 1981. It was a clear, warm Friday night, and Ferrell, a tall 34-year-old who sported a scruffy beard and a cowboy hat, had led a trail ride to the park from nearby Sandy. He sat with his brothers, cousins, friends, and their horses, drinking beer, telling stories, laughing. They could hear music coming from the pavilion and see a line of cars creeping over the bridge onto the grounds, while pedestrians who had parked two miles away on U.S. 84 hiked through the gridlock. The moon was almost full, and the air smelled of grilled burgers, fried fish, and popcorn.

Sometime after ten, three law enforcement officers clambered into a boat on the other side of the lake and pushed off. Lake Mexia is a shallow, dammed stretch of the Navasota River in the shape of an M; the park sits near the lake's center, where the water is about two hundred yards across. The Limestone County Sheriff's Office had set up a command post on the opposite bank. The deputies rarely patrolled the park after sundown, but on this night they did. Because the bridge was bottlenecked, they cut across the lake in a fourteen-foot aluminum vessel. They were led by sheriff's deputy Kenny Elliott, 23, who'd been on the force for about a year. The Black officer, reserve deputy Kenneth Archie, was also 23 and a former high school basketball player from Houston. The third man was David Drummond, a 32-year-old probation officer who planned to check on some of his parolees.

The boat hit the shore, and the men climbed onto the bank, which was muddy from recent rains. Though the three officers wore street clothes, they stuck out in the nearly all-Black crowd of roughly five thousand. "Police have a special way of walking," recalled one bystander. They stopped at the concession stands to buy some soft drinks, then moved on. Young lovers walked through the crowd, eating cotton candy. Elderly men and women, many wearing their Sunday best, perched on benches talking to old friends. Everywhere the officers walked, they saw tents and campers with families gathered around. Some folks were dozing, some were playing dominoes, some were drinking beer or whiskey. Some were smoking marijuana, and as the officers passed, they either snuffed out their joints or hid them behind their backs. "When they came up," Ferrell said, "we just put it down. They never said nothing. They walked off."

As the trio approached one of the park's small caliche roads, they came upon a yellow Chevrolet Nova stuck in traffic. Inside were four local teenagers: Carl Baker, Steve Booker, Jay Wallace, and Anthony Freeman, whom friends called "Rerun" because he resembled the hefty character from the sitcom What's Happening!! As Elliott shone his flashlight through the windshield, he saw the teens passing a small plastic bag of what he took to be marijuana. It was just after eleven, and in the time since he'd crossed the lake, Elliott hadn't acknowledged similar violations of the law. Now, though, the deputy ordered the four out of the car and made them put their hands on the roof while the officers patted them down and searched the interior.

They found the baggie of weed and a joint, which they confiscated. Wallace would later say that the officers "didn't act like they knew what they was doing; they kept asking each other what they should do." The crowd began to take notice. As far as anyone could remember, there had never been an arrest at the park during Juneteenth festivities.

Elliott made the decision to take Baker, Freeman, and Booker into custody. Days later, Wallace would tell the Waco Tribune-Herald that the officers found drugs on Baker and Booker, while Freeman was arrested because the car belonged to him. Wallace was spared because "they didn't find anything on me."

At least two and possibly all three of the teens were handcuffed; some witnesses said Baker and Booker were cuffed together, while others recalled each being restrained individually. Onlookers didn't like what they saw, and some began to curse at the officers. Rather than walk the teens through the crowd, over the bridge, and around the lake, the officers opted to go back the way they came.

When the group reached the boat, Elliott climbed into the back by the motor. Next were Booker and Baker, then Drummond and Freeman. Archie, who weighed more than two hundred pounds, sat in the bow. There were no life jackets, and the combined weight of the passengers exceeded the boat's capacity by several hundred pounds.

Elliott started the motor. The craft had no running lights, and as it crept forward, water started pouring in. Drummond yelled back to Elliott, who couldn't hear him over the engine; Drummond yelled again, and this time Elliott turned it off. By then, they had traveled about forty yards. As the boat slowed, more water rushed in, and the craft submerged and flipped over. All six began splashing wildly in the ten-foot-deep water.

Elliott shouted for the others to stay with the boat while he swam to shore for help. As soon as he reached water shallow enough to stand in, he fired his gun into the air, in what he would later say was an attempt to summon assistance. Soon after, he was joined by Drummond. Out on the water, Archie, who wasn't a good swimmer, clung to the boat "like a spider," one witness said.

The teens were nowhere in sight.

While a boater pulled Archie out of the water, Elliott and Drummond ran across the bridge to the command post to report what had happened. Someone called the fire department, and before long a search party was on the lake. As campers watched from the shore, firefighters in three boats threw dredging hooks into the water. Onlookers hoped against hope that the teens had been able to swim to safety.

Around 2 a.m., the crowd's worst fears were realized. A body was found near the bridge, tangled in a trotline. An observer, David Echols, said the rescuers positioned their boats between the body and the civilians and spent twenty minutes pulling it out. "They were shielding the bank where we couldn't see."

The body was Baker's. The searchers brought him back to shore, where they took a couple of hours to regroup before returning to the lake at dawn. All the while, Juneteenth campers kept watch. Mexia was a small town where just about everybody knew Baker, Freeman, and Booker. They were country boys who had grown up playing at the local pool and in this very lake, although Freeman was scared of water, and his mother said he "couldn't swim, not one lick." Baker and Booker, however, were known to be excellent swimmers. "Carl was like Mark Spitz," said his friend Rick Washington. "He could dive in the pool and swim underwater and come up at the other end."

"Carl was like Mark Spitz," said his friend Rick Washington. "He could dive in the pool and swim underwater and come up at the other end."

How could Elliott, Archie, and Drummond survive while all three teens were presumed lost? Many witnesses had seen the teenagers marched through the crowd with handcuffs on. Had the handcuffs stayed on in the boat?

About 1:30 p.m., another body was found near the bridge. Three rescue boats formed a circle around it, blocking observers from making out the crew's actions. "They took a while before they pulled the body out," said a reporter who covered the search, "but we couldn't see what they were doing." What they were doing was retrieving Freeman's body from the water.

The apparent secrecy fueled more suspicions, which intensified as the search for Booker continued. The next day, his body floated to the surface not far from where the others had been found. By then, many in Mexia who'd heard about the drownings believed that the teens had been handcuffed when the boat flipped. A hot-dog vendor named Arthur Beachum Jr. told a reporter about seeing Baker being removed from the water. "I saw them pull the body from the lake and it still had handcuffs on it. One officer took them off and put them in his pocket."

Sheriff Dennis Walker denied this to the press. "It was a freak accident," he said. "All of what they're saying is untrue." Reserve deputy Archie told a reporter that two of the teens had been handcuffed together but that the cuffs had been removed before Baker, Booker, and Freeman were led into the boat. According to the Dallas Times Herald, Archie also said that if he'd been in charge, things would have been different: "I probably would've pulled the marijuana out and put it in the mud puddle next to the car and sent the suspects on their way." (He later denied saying this.) Sheriff Walker said, "This could turn out to be a racial-type deal."

That was an understatement. Reporters and TV crews from Waco, Fort Worth, Dallas, and Houston arrived in Mexia. By Sunday, the drownings were national news. "Youths Allegedly Handcuffed," read a headline in the New York Times. The NAACP sent a team of investigators and demanded the Department of Justice conduct an inquiry. Someone from the DOJ called the sheriff on Monday morning and was given directions to the sheriff's headquarters in Groesbeck, the county seat. The FBI came too.

Richard Dockery, the head of the Dallas NAACP, examined Baker's body and told reporters he thought that the position of the young man's hands-wrists together, fingers curled-meant he had been cuffed. Initial autopsies of Baker and Freeman, done in Waco, found no bruising or signs of struggle, prompting Booker's mother to announce she was taking her son's body to Dallas because she wouldn't get "anything but lies" from Waco pathologists.

Reporters rang the sheriff around the clock, and Walker later complained that the attention "severely hampered" his investigation. "The press has been calling me day and night from as far away as Chicago and New York," he said. "I had to leave the house to get a couple of hours of rest." Mexia's mayor called the coverage "sensationalized," while many white townspeople felt torn between defending their home against its portrayal as a racist backwater and acknowledging the wrong that had been done. "I was at a laundromat yesterday," a white waitress told a reporter from Fort Worth, "and usually everyone gets along alright, but yesterday some of the Blacks were kind of testy . . . and I don't blame them."

The drownings had exposed a deep rift in Mexia, one that went back generations and couldn't be smoothed over. "My God, this has turned the whole town upside down," a local man told the Waco Tribune-Herald, "and those three boys ain't even in the ground yet."

Rick Washington was in the Navy in June 1981, stationed aboard the U.S.S. Tuscaloosa in the Philippines, when a shipmate handed him a newspaper. "Wash," he said, "ain't this where you're from? M-e-x-i-a, Texas?" Washington, then twenty, read the headline about a triple drowning. Then he saw the names. "I just broke down like a twelve-gauge shotgun. Steve, Carl, Rerun. They were my best friends."

Now sixty, Washington is the pastor at Mexia's Greater Little Zion Baptist Church, and every day he drives past places where he and his friends used to play. "We would eat breakfast, leave home, come home for lunch, leave again, be home before the streetlights came on," Washington said. "We were almost never inside." They would ride bikes, play football and basketball, hunt rabbits, swim at the city pool, and explore the rolling, scrubby plains.

Washington, like everyone else in Mexia who knew Baker, Freeman, and Booker, remembered them as typical small-town teenagers. Baker was short, handsome, and athletic. He liked hanging out at the pool-he was such a good swimmer that the lifeguards sometimes asked him to help out when it got busy. He'd graduated from Mexia High School the previous year and was working at a local cotton gin. He was nineteen, with an easy charm and a voluminous Afro that had taken months to grow out.

Anthony Freeman, the youngest of the three at eighteen, was an only child of strict parents. He played piano, performing every week at the church his family attended. "He was a very bright kid," said Shree Steen-Medlock, who went to high school with Freeman. "I remember him trying to fit in and not be the nerdy kind of guy." He had graduated that spring, and he and Baker planned on going to Paul Quinn College, then in Waco, in the fall.

Nineteen-year-old Steve Booker was the group's extrovert. "He was flamboyant, like Deion Sanders," said his friend John Proctor. Booker was born in Dallas and raised on his grandparents' farm in Mexia, where he helped to pen cattle, feed hogs, and mend fences. He loved basketball and grew up shooting on a hoop and backboard made out of a bicycle wheel and a sheet of plywood. Once, playing for Mexia High's JV team, he hit a game-winner from half-court. In 1980 Booker moved back to Dallas, where he graduated high school and found work at a detergent supply company, but he'd returned that week to celebrate Juneteenth.

The Mexia where the three grew up was a tight-knit city of roughly seven thousand, about a third of whom were Black. Kids left their bikes on the lawn, families left their doors unlocked, and horses and cattle grazed in pastures on the outskirts of town. Boys played Little League, and everybody went to church. Mexia was known as the place near Waco with the odd name (which it got from the Mexía family, who received a large land grant in the area in 1833). City leaders came up with a perfect slogan: "Mexia . . . a great place to live . . . however you pronounce it." Football fans might have heard that NFL player Ray Rhodes grew up there; country music fans knew Mexia as the home base of famed songwriter Cindy Walker.

Black Texans knew Mexia for something entirely different: it was the site of the nation's greatest Juneteenth celebration. The holiday commemorates the day in 1865 when Union general Gordon Granger stood on the second-floor balcony of the Ashton Villa, in Galveston, and announced-two and a half years after the Emancipation Proclamation-that enslaved people in Texas were, in fact, free. Word spread throughout the state and eventually reached the cotton-rich region of Limestone County. Formerly enslaved people in the area left plantations and resettled in tiny communities along the Navasota River with names like Comanche Crossing, Rocky Crossing, Elm, Woodland, and Sandy.

They had to be careful. Limestone County, like other parts of Texas, was a hostile place for newly freed African Americans. In the decade after emancipation, the state and federal governments had to intervene in the area on multiple occasions to stop white residents from terrorizing Black communities. Historian Ray Walter has written that "literally hundreds of Negroes were murdered" in Limestone County during Reconstruction.

The region's first emancipation festivities took place during the late 1860s, in and around churches and spilling out along the terrain near the Navasota River. "If Blacks were going to have big celebrations," said Wortham Frank Briscoe, whose family goes back four generations in Limestone County, "they had to be in the bottomlands, hidden away from white people."

Over time, several smaller community-based events coalesced into one, gravitating to a spot eight miles west of Mexia along the river near Comanche Crossing. There, families would spread quilts to sit and listen to preachers' sermons and politicians' speeches. Women donned long, elegant dresses, and men sported dark suits and bowler hats. They sang spirituals, listened to elders tell stories of life under slavery, and feasted on barbecued pork and beef.

In 1892 a group of 89 locals from seven different communities around Limestone County formed the Nineteenth of June Organization. Six years later, three of the founders and two other men pooled $180 and bought ten acres of land along the river. In 1906 another group of members purchased twenty more acres. They cleared the area, preserving several dozen oak trees, alongside which members bought small plots for $1.50 each. The grounds were given a name: Booker T. Washington Park.

The celebration continued to grow, especially after oil was discovered in Mexia, in 1920. Some of the bounty lay under Black-owned land, and money from the fields gave the Nineteenth of June Organization the means to build the park's tabernacle and a pavilion with concession stands. During the Great Migration, as Black residents left Central Texas for jobs in New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles, they took Juneteenth with them, and word spread about the grand festivities along the Navasota River. Every year, more and more revelers came to Comanche Crossing, bringing their children and sometimes staying the entire week. Some built simple one-room huts to spend nights in; others pitched Army tents or just slept under the stars. During the busiest years, attendance reached 20,000.

On the actual holiday, it was tradition to read aloud the Emancipation Proclamation, along with the names of the park's founders. Elders spoke about the holiday's significance, and a dinner was held in honor of formerly enslaved people, some of whom were still alive. "You instilled this in your children," said Dayton Smith, who was born in 1949 and began attending Juneteenth at Comanche Crossing shortly before his first birthday. "It had been done before you were born, by your parents and grandparents. Don't forget the Emancipation Proclamation.Your parents didn't come here every year just because. They came because of the Emancipation Proclamation at Juneteenth."

Kids would grow up going to Comanche Crossing, then marry, move away, and return, taking their vacations in mid-June and bringing their own kids. "It was a lifelong thing," said Mexia native Charles Nemons. "It was almost like a county fair. If you were driving and you saw someone walking, you'd go, 'Going to the grounds? Hop in!' "

At the concession booths, vendors would sell fried fish, barbecue, beer, corn, popcorn, homemade ice cream, and Big Red, the soda from Waco that became a Juneteenth staple. Choirs came from all across the country to sing in the tabernacle. Sometimes preachers would perform baptisms in the lake, which was created in 1961, when the river was dammed.

The biggest crowds came when Juneteenth landed on a weekend. Renee Turner recalled attending a particularly busy Juneteenth with her husband in the mid-seventies. "My husband was in the service, and we couldn't even get out," she said. "He had to be back at Fort Hood that Monday morning, and so I remember people picking up cars-physically picking up cars-so that there would be a pathway out." Everyone, it seemed, came to Juneteenth at Comanche Crossing. Daniel Keeling was an awestruck grade-schooler when he saw Dallas Cowboys stars Tony Dorsett and Drew Pearson walking the grounds. "If you were an African American in Dallas or Houston," Keeling said, "you made your way to Mexia on the nineteenth of June."

Even as Mexia's Black residents took great pride in the annual Juneteenth festivities at the park, back in town they were still denied basic rights. Ferrell, who started spending the holiday at Comanche Crossing as a kid in the fifties, recalled life in segregated Mexia. "Up until the sixties, you still had your place," he said. "If you were Black, you drank from the fountain over there, whites drank from the one over here, and if I went and drank in the fountain over here, well, I got a problem." Back then, many Black residents lived near a commercial strip of Black-owned businesses called "the Beat," along South Belknap Street, where they had their own movie theater, grocery stores, barbershops, juke joints, cleaners, and funeral home. When white and Black residents found themselves standing on opposite street corners downtown, the Black pedestrians had to wait for their white counterparts to cross first. "We couldn't walk past each other," said Ray Anderson, who was born in 1954 and went on to become Mexia's mayor. "And if it was a female, you definitely better stay across the street or go the other way. You grew up knowing you couldn't cross certain boundaries or you'd go to prison-or get hung."

For years, the only law enforcement at Lake Mexia during Juneteenth consisted of a few well-known Black civilians. One was Homer Willis, an older man who had been deputized by the sheriff to walk around with a walkie-talkie, which he could use to radio deputies in case of an emergency. In the late seventies, more rigorous licensing requirements made such commissions a thing of the past, and the sheriff set up a command post across the lake where officers would hang out and wait. They stayed mostly on the periphery, helping to direct traffic and occasionally crossing the lake to break up a fight.

Until June 19, 1981, when, during the peak hours of one of the biggest Juneteenth celebrations in years, three officers piled into a small boat, started the motor, and cruised across narrow Lake Mexia.

When Baker and Freeman's dual funeral was held in Mexia, so many mourners planned to attend the service that it had to be convened at the city's largest church, First Baptist. Even so, the 1,400-seat space couldn't accommodate them all. Baker and Freeman were remembered as kind young men who never hurt anyone and never got in trouble. At one point, Freeman's mother, Nellie Mae, broke down, fainted, and had to be carried out. She insisted on returning for one last look at her only child before she was rushed to the hospital.

The district judge in Limestone County, P. K. Reiter, hoped that a swift investigation would defuse the escalating racial tensions. "We need to clear the air," he said, announcing the opening of a court of inquiry, a rarely used fact-finding measure intended to speed up proceedings that would normally take months to complete. The court lacked the authority to mete out punishment, but it could refer cases for prosecution. Reiter asked the NAACP to recommend a Black lawyer to lead the inquest. The organization sent Larry Baraka, a 31-year-old prosecutor from Dallas. Baraka arrived in town two days after Booker's body was found.

Limestone County had never seen anything like this. News helicopters flew into Groesbeck from Dallas and Fort Worth, landing in the church parking lot across the street from the courthouse. It was summer in Central Texas, and the courtroom, which lacked air conditioning, was crammed with 150 people; reporters filled every seat in the jury box. A writer from the Mexia Daily News wrote that the room was loaded with a "strong suspicion of intrigue, deep pathos, heavy remorse, and indignation."

The main issue was the handcuffs. Eighteen witnesses testified, including Drummond, the probation officer. He insisted that the officers had brought just one pair of handcuffs, that only Baker and Booker were handcuffed to each other, and that the cuffs had been removed before they got into the boat. A witness who'd been on a nearby craft-a Black woman from Dallas-told the court that she saw the officers remove the restraints from two men who'd been handcuffed together. The fire chief testified that no cuffs were found on the bodies as they were pulled from the lake.

Other witnesses contradicted the officials' version of events. Beachum, the hot-dog seller, again said that he saw cuffs taken off Baker's body after it was retrieved from the lake, but he also admitted to drinking almost a fifth of whiskey that day. Another said all three were handcuffed-and that Elliott was drinking beer and his eyes were "puffy." The local funeral home director, who had seen some two hundred drowning victims in his seventeen-year career, said that the position of Baker's hands indicated that the teen had been cuffed. "It's highly unlikely you will find a drowning victim's hands in that position."

At the end of the three-day proceeding, Baraka told reporters that the evidence suggested the teens were not handcuffed in the boat. He believed the officers had acted without criminal or racist intent, but he added that they had behaved with "rampant incompetence" and "gross negligence." The boat was overloaded and there were no life preservers, so the officers could still face criminal charges.

For Mexia's Black residents, the court of inquiry had cleared up nothing. They rejected the testimony of both Drummond and the fire chief and suspected a cover-up. Whites in Mexia also criticized the officers' judgment. "You put a gun on someone's hip, and it goes to their head," former district attorney Don Caldwell told a reporter. "The evidence in this case doesn't add up. It was a terrible act of stupidity, and somebody is going to have to pay the fiddler."

That fall, Limestone County attorney Patrick Simmons, together with a lawyer from the state attorney general's office named Gerald Carruth, took the court of inquiry's findings to a grand jury. They hoped the panel would indict the officers for involuntary manslaughter, a felony. Instead, the jury came back with misdemeanor charges for criminally negligent homicide and violating the Texas Water Safety Act. If found guilty, the officers faced a maximum penalty of one year in prison and a fine of $2,000 per teen. "I could get that much for starving my dog," said Kwesi Williams, a spokesperson for the Comanche Three Committee, an advocacy group formed in response to the drownings.

Defense attorneys argued that the officers couldn't receive a fair trial in Mexia, so they requested the proceedings be moved. A judge in Marlin, about forty miles away, said he didn't want it, not after "statements in the news media by certain persons created an atmosphere in this county that is charged with racial tension to the point that violence is invited." The case was moved to San Marcos, where another judge punted. "No one wants this," Joe Cannon, the attorney defending Drummond, told a reporter. "It's a hot potato." Finally, Baraka, who had by then joined the prosecution, convinced Dallas County Criminal Court judge Tom Price to preside over the trial.

If found guilty, the officers faced a maximum penalty of one year in prison and a fine of $2,000 per teen. "I could get that much for starving my dog," said Kwesi Williams.

Price, who was eight years into a four-decade judicial career, would later call the Mexia drownings the biggest case he ever handled. "It was a hard, emotional trial," he said. "Three young kids who died for no reason. There was so much tension, and it was so racially mixed up in there. I was thirty-three, thinking, 'What have I got myself into?' "

The trial, which lasted three weeks, was perhaps the highest-profile misdemeanor proceeding in Texas history. Each defendant had his own attorney, and each attorney objected as often as possible, squabbling with prosecutors and spurring Price to threaten them all with contempt. The atmosphere was further strained by the presence of news crews, who swarmed the legal teams and the teens' families during recesses.

To convict the officers of criminal negligence, the all-white, six-person jury would need to be convinced that under the same circumstances an ordinary person would have perceived a substantial risk of putting the teens into the boat and avoided doing so. Defense lawyers acknowledged that the officers had made mistakes but argued that their actions were reasonable-that they had needed to use the boat to avoid what they viewed as a hostile crowd. Two defense witnesses said they had seen the officers remove handcuffs from the teens before boarding the boat. Beachum, the witness who told the court of inquiry he'd seen handcuffs on Baker's body, didn't testify at trial because the prosecution didn't call him to the stand. "I think Carruth, Baraka, and I all had problems with his credibility," Simmons said recently. Instead, the prosecutors centered their case on other facts-from the absence of lights and life jackets aboard the boat to the officers' reckless decision to overload the craft. "They made mistakes that would shock the consciences of reasonable people," Baraka told the jurors.

The officers took the stand and said they had tried to save the teenagers. Archie told the jury that while he clung to the overturned boat, Drummond pushed Freeman toward Archie, who grabbed the thrashing teen by the hair and shirt and pulled him onto the hull. Archie said he tried to maneuver to the other side of the craft while holding Freeman across the top but the teen slipped off, sank, and then bobbed up four times before disappearing. Archie didn't try to rescue him again because the reserve deputy wasn't a strong swimmer. Drummond testified that he tried to help Baker but the teen kept pulling him under, so the officer let go and swam to shore. He also said that if he could have done anything to change the situation, he "wouldn't have made an arrest in the first place."

Elliott acknowledged that he and the other officers had erred. He called the drownings "just a horrible accident" and said he'd do things differently given another chance. When Baraka asked Elliott if he thought they deserved forgiveness, the deputy answered, "Under the circumstances, yes."

After the closing arguments, the jury took less than five hours to render a verdict: not guilty. The defendants, showing no emotion, were rushed away. Afterward, Nellie Mae Freeman sat on a bench outside the courtroom reading the Bible. "No," she told a reporter, "justice was not done." Evelyn Baker, Carl's mother, said she had expected the verdict. "This is very terrible, but that's Mexia for you, and that's Limestone County. The Lord will take care of them."

The families found more disappointment when it came to their last remaining legal option: civil lawsuits, in which the deputies and the county could be held responsible for negligence under a much lower burden of proof. Each family sued for $4 million in damages, alleging that their sons' civil rights had been violated. In December 1983, they settled for a total of $200,000, or $66,667 per teen.

A local official told the Fort Worth Star-Telegram that the county's lawyers felt "very lucky" about the outcome. "We were just sitting on pins and needles hoping it would get as low as possible but we never really thought [the settlement] would get this low," said Howard Smith, a county judge familiar with the civil case. Attorneys for the county made a lowball offer, and the families and their lawyers accepted it. "I was tired," Evelyn said recently. "I was hurt, and I never did get to really grieve. They just really ran us through it."

For many BlackMexia residents, Comanche Crossing was never the same after the drownings. "It just changed my whole life," said Steen-Medlock, the teens' schoolmate. "I never went back to another Juneteenth there." Many others felt similarly. Attendance in 1982, the year after the drownings, was about two thousand, the lowest in 35 years. It wasn't just that celebrants were fearful of being harassed, arrested, or worse. Comanche Crossing was sacred ground, land that had been purchased by people who had survived slavery, to ensure that they, along with future generations, would have a place to commemorate emancipation. Now that land had been defiled.

Texas had made Juneteenth an official state holiday in 1980, and celebrations of Black freedom spread to other cities. In 1982 Houston's Juneteenth parade attracted an estimated 50,000 onlookers. As crowds moved elsewhere, attendance at Comanche Crossing's Juneteenth ceremonies continued to decline. Arson attacks in 1987 and 1989 caused severe damage to the tabernacle and pavilion, and the structures had to be rebuilt. Concession booths were tagged with racist graffiti.

Many of those who'd grown up with the teens left town. "It was all eye-opening to our generation," said Nemons. "This was the first thing I saw as far as being a real racial injustice. A lot of young Black folks said 'I'm done' and moved." Over the years, Juneteenth crowds at Comanche Crossing dwindled even more, while the brush along the lake grew thicker and the buildings fell into disrepair. During the past decade, official attendance has sometimes dropped to less than a hundred. When the Nineteenth of June Organization elected former county commissioner William "Pete" Kirven as its new president in 2015, some locals felt optimistic. "I had a lot of hope," said Judy Chambers, a municipal judge for the city of Mexia and a past member of the organization's board of directors. She thought the group-and Comanche Crossing-could use some new blood.

That hope didn't last. Although the new leadership cleaned up the park's grounds and installed new light poles and swing sets, it also posted a sign banning alcohol, instituted a 1 a.m. closing time, and increased the law enforcement presence during Juneteenth. The new rules did not go over well. "Juneteenth is not worth going out there," said a Mexia resident who had attended the festivities since he was a boy. "It's not any fun. So many police you can't enjoy yourself. I went in 2018. I didn't like it. I haven't been back."

Echols, a member of the organization's board of directors, said that despite the "No Alcohol" sign, members of the public are allowed to drink as long as they use plastic cups. He agreed that law enforcement had gone overboard in 2018 and "was scaring people away" but added that after the group expressed these concerns to the sheriff, the presence was reduced.

Simmons, the prosecuting attorney at the 1982 trial, is now the district judge for Limestone and Freestone Counties. "This was the Juneteenth place, and it's a shame we lost that," he said. "At the time, I looked at it as an incident that needed to be prosecuted. I look back on it now and say, 'What a tragedy. What a shame.' The ridiculous idea of going over-three guys in a boat-could they rethink it? It was such a tragedy, not just the loss of three young men but the whole Juneteenth."

In recent years, awareness of Juneteenth has exploded. Some of that is due to a woman from Fort Worth named Opal Lee. In 2016, when she was 89, she set out to walk from Texas to Washington, D.C., to publicize a campaign to designate Juneteenth as a federal holiday. Last year, Lee collected 1.5 million signatures on a petition in pursuit of that goal, and in Congress, Texas senator John Cornyn and U.S. representative Sheila Jackson Lee filed legislation to take Juneteenth nationwide. The bills didn't pass, though they have been reintroduced this year.

Perhaps the biggest factor wasn't a petition or a bill, though, but the police killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis in May 2020. In the weeks after Floyd's murder, the Juneteenth holiday became linked with the national protest movement in support of Black lives. On June 19, hundreds of thousands of protesters hit the streets of New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, D.C., and Houston. All across the country, marchers carried Juneteenth banners as well as signs emblazoned with Floyd's face and the names of other Black people killed by law enforcement.

Back in Mexia, locals drew a straight line from 1981 to 2020. "When I saw that video," said Chambers, "it took me back to that place and time where Black men were getting killed on the streets of Limestone County by law enforcement-and back then it was just swept under the rug." Steen-Medlock said watching the video immediately reminded her of her three friends who died 39 years earlier. "Those three deputies thought, 'We have a right to do whatever we want to do'-and that meant putting these boys in a small boat, at night, handcuffed, with no life jackets," she said. "That's how they dealt with Black people. If it had been white kids, they would have said, 'Call your dad to come get you.' But when you're Black, you're not treated like that. You're guilty."

"It was all eye-opening to our generation," said Nemons. "This was the first thing I saw as far as being a real racial injustice. A lot of young Black folks said 'I'm done' and moved."

This history helps explain why Chambers, Steen-Medlock, and almost every other current or former Black Mexia resident still believe the teens were handcuffed in the boat. Chambers said she has spoken with witnesses who told her they were scared to testify forty years ago. "I don't know if you live in a small town in the South," she said, "but a lot of powerful people in town control others with things like mortgages and loans." Echols said, "Back in those days, there was a fear of the sheriff's department. A lot of guys may have had some problems with the law, so they didn't come forward."

The foreperson of the grand jury, Ray Anderson, said that jurors discussed the handcuffs at length and subpoenaed Beachum to testify about their presence, but Beachum never showed up. At the time, that spoke volumes to Anderson. "I was never presented enough evidence of handcuffs," he said. "If I could've proved murderous intent, I would have been the first to vote on it. I would have said, 'We need to make an example-right here.' " Now, almost forty years later, Anderson doubts the grand jury got the whole story. "I still feel there was a lot of stuff that didn't come out."

Most white officials involved in the case maintain that there was no evidence the teens were handcuffed in the boat. Instead, they cite other factors that could have caused the three to drown. "I've taught swimming for years," said Cannon, the attorney who represented Drummond. "If you're fully clothed and it's dark and you're not oriented correctly, then you panic. You easily panic. I was surprised that any of them got back."

Daniel Keeling was ten in 1981, and he grew up in Mexia hearing about the handcuffs as a statement of fact. The drownings left him so unsettled that he eventually pursued a career in law enforcement, where he hoped to improve the field from within. Keeling also hoped that he might uncover the truth behind his hometown's most controversial case.

"Supposedly Drummond took the handcuffs off," said Keeling, who spent over seven years as a deputy in Hunt County and six more as a deputy constable in Dallas and now works as a corporate security manager. "Well, usually when you're making an arrest, you put handcuffs on a subject and don't take them off until you get where you're going. Did the pressure come down on him to change his story? The blue shield is real. And telling the truth could ruin your whole career."

What really happened that night? Keeling's search convinced him that the answer will never be known.

Around Mexia, locals don't talk about the drownings much anymore. "This is still very raw for a lot of people," said Steen-Medlock. "They want to forget it ever happened." The city boasts several colorful murals depicting local heroes and historical figures, but there's no memorial for Baker, Freeman, and Booker-not at the park, not anywhere in town. There is also no official record of the 1982 trial in either Dallas or Limestone County because the officers had their records expunged. Legally, it's as if they were never even arrested.

These days, most Black Mexia residents celebrate Juneteenth at home with family and friends. Some hold block parties; others attend events in nearby towns. Many use that week for family reunions, with faraway aunts and uncles taking vacation time to come home to Mexia. But most don't go to Comanche Crossing.

None of the officers involved in the drownings agreed to speak with Texas Monthly for this story. Archie, who retired from his job as a security guard, lives close enough to Lake Mexia that he can see it from his porch. Drummond retired from a career running a fencing company; he declined when reached for comment, adding, "I've done that. It's been a long time and it's still relatively fresh on my mind, believe it or not."

Elliott did not respond to several interview requests. Ronnie Davis, an old friend who hasn't spoken with him in decades, said the deputy took the incident hard back in 1981. "He looked really bad when I talked to him a week after," Davis recalled. "It was bothering him that lots of people thought he did it on purpose. No. It had nothing to do with prejudice. Nothing at all."

After the trial, Elliott moved to College Station and began a decorated career as an investigator with the Brazos County Sheriff's Office, where he solved the twelve-year-old cold case of a murdered local real estate agent. At Elliott's retirement ceremony in 2018, one colleague lauded him as a zealous loner, and another noted his "perseverance, integrity, respect, and trust." Elliott was hanging up his badge because he had been elected as a justice of the peace for Brazos County. To Mexia residents who've never forgotten the drownings, the thought that life simply moved on for Elliott and the other officers is maddening. "They got away with murder!" said Edward Jackson, who went to school with the three teens. "Nothing happened to their lives or careers."

Jay Wallace, the fourth teen in the car, also declined interview requests for this story. Friends of his say that Wallace, now 58, has never talked to them about that night. "I can just imagine what he's feeling," Proctor, who grew up with the teens, said. "What's going on in his head is 'That could have been me.' "

As the officer in charge that night and the one who initiated the arrests, Elliott has usually been considered most responsible for the tragedy. In 2001 Simmons, the prosecutor, told the Texas Observer that Elliott was viewed as a "wild man" and not well-liked by fellow officers. More recently, Simmons said, "I think Kenny was trying to make a name for himself as a hotshot officer, but if you look back on it, why on earth would you have done that?"

A big part of a deputy's job is learning to deal with crowds, Keeling said. "The way I was taught, you ask yourself the question 'Do I really need to make this arrest? Are they breaking the peace? Are they causing harm to others?' If not, let it go." Keeling added that he remembers the pressure he felt early in his career. "I know the weight of being a young officer-you have to prove yourself. I think it was basically an 'I'll show you who I am' mentality. I think it was one officer's fault, and the other two backed him.

"Hopefully he's atoned for whatever the hell he did."

For the first time since her brother's death, Pamela Baker visited Comanche Crossing on Juneteenth last year. The official festivities had been rescheduled as a virtual event due to COVID-19, but a group of locals set up a few stands and gathered at the park, and Baker met some friends there. She hadn't wandered the grounds in decades, and now she found herself walking down the caliche road and past the merry-go-round and the dance hall. She pointed out to one of her friends the oak where her grandmother used to serve fried chicken and biscuits to hundreds of fellow campers. The counter her grandfather built was long gone, but the tree still stood. Baker perused the vendor stalls and bought a purse and a plate of fried fish before settling on a bench by the lake. She looked out at the water. Before long, she was crying.

The Nineteenth of June Organization has reached out to Baker about holding a memorial for the three teens this Juneteenth, and she's thinking about going back. She talked with her children about possibly getting together around the old oak and even rebuilding her grandparents' counter. Her ancestors celebrated emancipation on this same land while living through their own unthinkable tragedies, and she figures it's time she did so too. "I don't think it'll ever be like it used to be," she said. "I wish it would, 'cause this is history for us. This is something we should build back up together."

This article originally appeared in the June 2021 issue of Texas Monthly with the headline "The Ghosts of Comanche Crossing." Subscribe today.

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Every Juneteenth, as soon as Pamela Baker got to Booker T. Washington Park, she'd race to the merry-go-round, squeeze through the swarm of shrieking kids, grab one of the shiny rails, and hold on tight. After a few minutes, she would jump off and dart up the steps of the nearby dance hall to survey the throngs below.

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“The 4th of July was never about Black people. Juneteenth is just for us. As Black people, we are told we don’t deserve our own holidays rooted in our own history. Everything is whitewashed. Juneteenth is for us…Juneteenth symbolizes the hope that my children and grandchildren will be free. It’s Black Joy and Black tenacity to survive.” — Tanesha Grant

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“Juneteenth was a promise that was broken. Reconstruction failed and this country has continued to wage war on the Black body. Juneteenth also embodies the resilience of Black people. Even in the face of a broken system, we choose to find joy in resistance and celebrate in community.” — Obrian Rosario

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“What I love about #Juneteenth is that even in that extended wait, we still find something to celebrate. Even though the story has never been tidy, and Black folks have had to march and fight for every inch of our freedom, our story is nonetheless one of progress.” — Michelle Obama

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“Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.” — Toni Morrison

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“Emancipation wasn’t a gift bestowed on the slaves; it was something they took for themselves, the culmination of their long struggle for freedom, which began as soon as chattel slavery was established in the 17th century, and gained even greater steam with the Revolution and the birth of a country committed, at least rhetorically, to freedom and equality. In fighting that struggle, black Americans would open up new vistas of democratic possibility for the entire country.” — Jamelle Bouie

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“It is true that Mr. Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation, after which there was a commitment to give 40 acres and a mule. That’s where the argument, to this day, of reparations starts. We never got the 40 acres. We went all the way to Herbert Hoover, and we never got the 40 acres. We didn’t get the mule. So we decided we’d ride this donkey as far as it would take us.” — Rev Al. Sharpton

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“Juneteenth has never been a celebration of victory or an acceptance of the way things are. It’s a celebration of progress. It’s an affirmation that despite the most painful parts of our history, change is possible—and there is still so much work to do.”  — Barack Obama

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...alongside my fellow American, black brothers and sisters, in solidarity, their official freedom day from slavery. June 19, 1865-Union soldiers, led by Maj. Gen. Gordon Granger, landed in Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that all slaves were free. -Laura Tabor-Huerta

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African American Music Appreciation Month

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African American Music Appreciation Month

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Let's Celebrate African American Music Appreciation Month

Music History

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Senate unanimously passes bill to make Juneteenth a federal holiday!!

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The Senate has unanimously passed a bill to establish Juneteenth as a federal holiday.

Juneteenth, which takes place annually on June 19, marks the true end of slavery in the United States. It commemorates June 19, 1865, when Union Army General Gordon Granger proclaimed freedom from slavery in the state of Texas, nearly two years after the Emancipation Proclamation. The holiday has been celebrated in 47 states and the District of Columbia, but now, if passed through the Senate, will be recognized on a national level.

Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, D-N.Y., made the motion to pass the legislation, and no other senator objected. Earlier on Tuesday, Sen. Ron Johnson, R-Wis. - who blocked the bill from passing last year - dropped his objection to the holiday.

"While it still seems strange that having taxpayers provide federal employees paid time off is now required to celebrate the end of slavery, it is clear that there is no appetite in Congress to further discuss the matter," Johnson said in a press release. "Therefore, I do not intend to object."

The bill now goes to the House. If it passes, Juneteenth will become the 11th federal holiday. Sen. John Cornyn and Rep. Sheila Jackson, both of Texas, first proposed the bill last summer amid national protests over the murder of George Floyd, but it did not garner enough support.

Cornyn tweeted his response to the passing of the bill, writing: "Happy that my bill to recognize Juneteenth as a national holiday just passed in the Senate. It has been a state holiday in Texas for more than 40 years. Now more than ever, we need to learn from our history and continue to form a more perfect union."

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Juneteenth, which takes place annually on June 19, marks the true end of slavery in the United States.

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Please help ACC Library Services celebrate Juneteenth! Check out this months Virtual Display!!  Juneteenth: Before & After

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ACC Libraries has put together a virtual display of resources related to this history and legacy of this celebration -- Juneteenth: Before & After

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Check out @atx_barrio_archive on IG, a "community archive celebrating the culture & history of Austin's Black & Brown barrios." :)

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View this a place to explore the current events for Juneteenth and to see a little bit of the past. This also where you can find the Livestream and MySL link to the event!

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Roller Skating made a huge comeback this past year. We need to remember where it came from and the people that do it with SOUL. Roller Skating IS Black Culture!!

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Roller Skating made a huge comeback this past year. We need to remember where it came from and the people that do it with SOUL. Roller Skating IS Black Culture!!

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"Bounce, Rock, Skate, Roll" By Vaughan Mason & Crew

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"Food, community, culture, resiliency. Based on Jessica B. Harris’ award-winning book, High On The Hog traces the moving story of a people's survival and triumph via the food that has knit generations together and helped define the American kitchen. From Gumbo to fried chicken, our culinary journey stretches from Africa to enslavement, to the Harlem Renaissance, up to our present-day; we celebrate the courage, artistry, and resourcefulness of the African American people. This is not just an African American story; it’s an American story. A feast for all the senses. "

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High on the Hog: How African American Cuisine Transformed America | Official Trailer | Netflix

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Sweet Print Art

The Fourth of July has nothing on Juneteenth.

On this day in 1865, our ancestors in Galveston, Texas were informed of the abolishment of slavery two years after the Emancipation Proclamation, marking the ending of slavery for all of our people.

Today, we celebrate this victory in a major way while acknowledging the journey and hardships we've faced since then.

These Juneteenth t-shirts serve not only as fashion statements but as notices to the world that we know where we come from and therefore, we know where we're going.

If you're looking for a way to celebrate this special day, the search is over!

Shop our favorite shirts below!

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Storme DeLarverie, Early Leader in the Gay Rights Movement, Dies at 93 (Published 2014)

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For decades, Ms. DeLarverie roamed Greenwich Village and areas nearby, looking for any form of intolerance as a self-appointed guardian of lesbians.

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"The next time a woman of whatever color, or a dark-skinned person of whatever sex aspires to be president, the way should be a little smoother because I helped pave it."- Shirley Chisholm 

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"The next time a woman of whatever color, or a dark-skinned person of whatever sex aspires to be president, the way should be a little smoother because I helped pave it."- Shirley Chisholm 

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Remember her name!

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As we struggle remember what Pac said, "Keep ya Head up"

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As we struggle remember what Pac said, "Keep ya Head up"

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Where were you when Amanda Gorman spoke truth!

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Where were you when Amanda Gorman spoke truth!

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Inaugural poet Amanda Gorman delivers a poem at Joe Biden's inauguration

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Meet Miss and Little Miss Juneteenth Day 2020

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Seeing our Black heroes develop on screen

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Seeing our Black heroes develop on screen

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If you haven't checked out the Falcon and the Winter Soldier please do! Great conversation about Black heroes, Black people, and their complicated relationship with America.

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Our Board of Directors, in a unanimous decision, voted to recognize Juneteenth, celebrated on June 19, as a paid organization holiday beginning this June 2021. As SOS Illinois honors Black History with a series of activities and events beginning this month that will extend throughout the year, this forward-looking move by the Board reaffirms the organization's commitment to diversity, equity, and inclusion.

History of Juneteenth

Juneteenth marks the day when federal troops arrived in Galveston, Texas in 1865 to take control of the state and ensure that all enslaved people be freed, which came a full two and a half years after the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation. Honoring Juneteenth is more complicated than just recognizing the emancipation of slaves in the U.S. It is a day to continue fighting to end racism in the U.S. that prevents equity, creates disproportionate suffering, and harms Black adults and children across the globe. As an organization, SOS Illinois is committed to continued education and advocacy to seek justice, fairness, and lasting freedom.

The SOS Illinois Commitment to Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion

Our CEO Tim McCormick shared, "We hope by taking this step, we can intentionally encourage and stimulate conversations on the important collective memory of our nation of the impact and cost of racial slavery in America. In so many ways, such an action creates the necessary space for purposeful conversations not just of the racial past, but also to move forward and discover solidarity among each of us." Tim continued, "The work of our Racial Justice Committee continues to uplift and support this very notion, that as we care for children in foster care, we too can make meaningful contributions to act on behalf of all of those whose lives are treated with biases and oppression."

As our Villages and services continue to care for children and families of diverse racial and ethnic backgrounds, SOS Illinois is making the commitment to do more to provide diversity and inclusion training, workshops, and education for our Foster Parents and staff. As Chicago continues to be a primary focal point in the fight to eradicate racism - especially racism that affects Black children and adults - we recognize that it is important now more than ever to unify as a force aligned with anti-racism efforts in our city and beyond.

"The SOS Illinois Board of Directors knows we play a critical role in creating an organization that prioritizes, supports, and invests in diversity, inclusion, and equity," shared SOS Illinois Board President Jim Wolfe. "By designating Juneteenth as a holiday for the organization, we establish a precedent that at every level of the organization, we advocate for social justice reforms both within the organization and surrounding communities."

The SOS Illinois Racial Justice Committee

Established in May of 2020, the SOS Illinois Racial Justice Committee is working to shed light on the systems of inequity that disproportionately impact people of color, socioeconomic deprivation, poor education, and lack of access to resources. The committee has been working behind the scenes to determine the best approach SOS Illinois can take to address the issues the organization faces today, in particular working to reunite families.

"It has been an honor to see the work the Committee has done thus far," stated SOS Illinois Board Member Tarrah Cooper-Wright. "This group of staff members and Foster Parents are pushing boundaries in order to identify the areas of greatest need within our organization and surrounding communities to address racial bias and intolerance. Even more so, the committee has been courageous in creating opportunities for culture-sharing and respectful conversation without shying away from uncomfortable topics that are the groundwork to real and lasting change."

The SOS Illinois Racial Justice Committee's first initiatives have been to develop Black History Month activities aimed at educating staff and children in its care, as well as a larger project focused on developing a parent handbook that will be provided to birth parents, Foster Parents, and parents in communities served through our programs and services. The handbook will address topics such as: educating parents about their legal rights; training on navigating the court system & DCFS; and advising on utilizing community resources.

SOS Illinois believes that issues of diversity, racial inequality, and justice are crucial for all children in foster care. To learn more - read about Why Black History Month Matters for Children in Foster Care.

Championing SOS Illinois' Young Dreamers

Join us in nurturing the children in our care further toward their aspirations and full potential. Learn more about becoming an SOS Children's Villages Illinois Dream Maker.

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SOS Illinois Board of Directors Makes Juneteenth an Official Organization Holiday - SOS Children's Villages Illinois

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On behalf of SOS Illinois and the Racial Justice Committee, we are honored to celebrate the history, stories, and voices of Black people. The celebratory month also known as National African American History Month, is an annual celebration of achievements by Black Americans, and a time for recognizing the central role of African Americans in the story of the United States of America.

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