TomC
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You aren't making a whit of sense. Traditional Juneteenth foods are barbecue and grilled meats, plural. Fried chicken is neither barbecued nor grilled.
Have you ever even been to a good Juneteenth?
Church ladies competing for the best fried chicken is a thing. Of course, there's also somebody running the grill. Really, the food is great! Almost all of it's homemade, by people who know what they're doing.
It's not healthy. There's enough fat sugar and salt to kill an African village. But , boy it's tasty.
Nothing to do with big corporations hiring a caterer.
It was nice of IKEA to buy lunch for employees. People who didn't want the gift could politely say, "No thank you.", and eat whatever they want to eat. Racing to the internet to wail about being victimized by a menu that didn't include their personal favorites is impolite, to be charitable about it. My mom taught me that as a child.
Tom
Your post reminded me of this classic video of a white guy attending a black cookout:
[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gmKxkRZzP4&t=81s[/YOUTUBE]
Ha ha ha!
Closer than you might guess...
Never been in that particular spot. I've played Spades since I was a kid. And I know what "bones" are. In my long and checkered past, I've sampled many vices. The only one I took an immediate and permanent dislike to was gambling. But I know how to politely refuse in that situation. "My momma told me not to do that. We don't disrespect our mommas, now do we?"
The most similar was a wedding reception I went to once.
It was at 25th and Keystone, in Indianapolis. 95% black. My buddy Dave asked me to go, because his wife didn't want to go to that neighborhood. His co-worker May had just gotten married and he wanted to go. I agreed.
My father was also appalled. "Are you an idiot? White boys don't go to parties in that area, especially after dark!" But I was about 20, still invulnerable. So Dave and I went.
It was both scary and fun.
There were three white people in a crowd of a hundred or so. Dave, me, and some guys girlfriend. It was my first experience with really gut thumping rap. Between the music and the dancing I was surprised there wasn't structural damage to the townhouse.
It was also my first experience as "the token". And a stranger to boot. People asked me simple questions like, "So how do you know May and John?" All I could say was "I don't really, I just met them tonight. My friend Dave over there works with May."
But May was utterly gracious. Every so often she'd show up in our vicinity in the crowd. She'd exclaim, "Dave, I'm so glad you came! Tom, it's very nice to meet you." Then she'd turn to some black dude and say something like, "DT, go get them bourbon and cokes, OK?"
Everyone was nice to us, but they kept looking at me like I was a pet boa constrictor or something.
All in all, it was fun and enlightening.
Tom