“deeply held belief, deeply held philosophy”
I had a profesor once who told the class that when she was little her and her family went a lot of picnics. Especially on car rides, they would always say “Picnics!” We’re stopping for a picnic.
It wasn’t until later in life that she learned the reason they had so many picnics was because restaurants ran by white’s wouldn’t serve black people.
She had to ask, why don’t we just stop and eat somewhere?
And her mom would say, well, let’s just have a picnic.
Fried chicken and watermelon were the only foods that survived those car rides without giving you terrible food poisoning.
Let’s have a picnic.