Today, as I write this, is the first federally-recognized Juneteenth holiday in the United States.

True, I really don’t know very much about African-American culture generally or this holiday specifically, so this is all new to me. But that’s fine. I’m 63 years old, but I still love new things. May that never change.

My family and I are not Chinese, but we eat Chinese dumplings on Chinese New Year. We are not Jewish, but we make it a point to eat latkes on Rosh Hashanah. We are not Mexican, but we eat fajitas on Cinco de Mayo. We’ll figure out Juneteenth soon enough. I mean, it’s a new holiday. What’s not to like? Who could possibly object?

Oh, right. The usual gang of naysayers, nitpickers, wet blankets, and party poopers. The people who are only happy when everyone else is miserable, and vice versa.

I’m going to put on my Historian Hat and point out that if one of those holidays is “based on race,” it’s July Fourth, and the people responsible for making it a race holiday were the Founders. It’s called “Independence Day,” but a more honest name would be “Independence for White People Day,” thanks to those who fought for the proposition that “all men are created equal” with their fingers crossed behind their backs.

And so we had to have a whole Second Revolution to include everyone. And Juneteenth is the holiday for everyone.