Every Black woman you have ever admired (the auntie who held the family together, the organizer who flipped a state, the artist who changed the culture) started out as a Black girl. We don’t poof into existence fully formed, crowned and capable. Somebody poured into us. Somebody told us we mattered. Somebody made room for our joy.
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That truth is exactly why, on June 18, a pretty pink bus is rolling into Jackson, Mississippi, the first stop on a journey through eight states and nine cities across the South. We’re launching on the eve of Juneteenth, and that’s no accident. Juneteenth was born when our ancestors turned the news of freedom into a celebration, proving from the very beginning that Black joy and Black liberation ride together. More than 160 years later, we’re kicking off our own freedom ride in that same spirit. We’re calling it the Joy and Justice Tour, and yes, it is exactly what it sounds like…