The Red Summer of 1919: One Hundred Years, Two Pandemics, a Brother Killed… and Protests — but America is Still Racist AF. That’s A Damn Shame

“Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” ~George Santayana

Summer 1919, the world was on the back end of the Spanish Flu and most of the population was still on lockdown.

Over fifty million people had died over an eighteen-month period, but — as you can imagine by what you see today, people no matter where — north, south, east, and west — were all ready to GET OUT.

States across America began relaxing their isolation rules because the pandemic numbers were trending down.

Imagine the feeling of hunkering down in quarantine for almost two years even though the majority of the population thought it was a seasonal cold.

Imagine the emotional and psychological strain Americans felt after helplessly watching the most catastrophic loss of life ever recorded: Over 675,000 people in the US and over 50 million people worldwide.

Imagine not being able to mourn your loved ones, because you could not gather together for traditional burials.

Imagine not having a haircut. Running low on toilet paper. Not having a job to go back to. Eating the same…