06/21/2026
We must be as vigilant about our history as we are about our vote.
From a friend: "On Juneteenth, I remember my recent visit to the site of Lumpkin’s Jail in Richmond.
It was once one of the largest slave pens in the United States, as well as an auction site and lodging house for slave traders. It was known as the Devil’s Half-Acre.
Today, it sits just feet from an Interstate 95 off-ramp. There is no towering monument. Much of the site appears as an empty lot beneath railroad tracks and the shadow of the highway. I have driven past it dozens of times without realizing what stood there.
Richmond was second only to New Orleans as a slave market. Hundreds of thousands of enslaved people passed through the city on their way south. Many were marched in chained coffles from Maryland, Virginia, and the Upper South through Shockoe Bottom and onward to Louisiana, Mississippi, and Texas.
Standing there, I was struck by how easily history can disappear from the landscape.
To reach the site, I passed a large sign for the Virginia Holocaust Museum, located just a few yard away. It seems fitting to be so close to remebering another time when people seperates families and treated others like disposable animals.
Reportedly, when Union soldiers opened Lumpkin’s Jail, the crowd broke into song:
Slavery chain done broke at last!
Broke at last! Broke at last!
Slavery chain done broke at last!
Gonna praise God till I die!
Juneteenth is a celebration of freedom. It is also a reminder to remember the places where freedom was denied—and the voices that rejoiced when freedom finally came.
The site had not vanished. It had simply been buried.
Juneteenth is a day to celebrate freedom. It is also a day to remember the places where freedom was denied, and to ask why some histories remain visible while others are so easily forgotten.
Let us never forget."