Oh boy, this is going to be a long one. 25ish years ago, my friends owned a "fish camp" in Sargent Texas, along the Gulf Coast, where we used to fish in Matagorda bay. They had an annual fishing tournament that was known as the "Watermelon Open" because when trout/redfish gorge themselves on baitfish the oil slick from the bait smells like Watermelon on the surface. No shit, I've smelled it. You actually keep your olfactory senses acute to it if you want to catch fish. Anyway, the non-local black population caught wind of the tournament and raised hell about the name. I never heard whatever happened at the end of the day, but I laughed every time we used to talk about it. It coincided with Juneteenth. As Texans, we've known about the Emancipation Proclamation as it's taught in middle school. It's called Juneteenth because it took two years for the blacks in Texas to get word that they were freed by Lincoln. I'm 55. I've always gotten a kick out of the blacks in this state who seem to not know our history. They don't want to learn anything about the state they live in, they just want to tear down what whitey has built for them.