Went to the Whitney Plantation yesterday with my family & while the tour was powerful, as it's been each time ive gone, what was even more powerful was listening to my grandmother afterwards talk about how much the place made her think of her grandfather, a man born into slavery.
It was similar to the experience of going with my grandparents to the National Museum of African American History and Culture, and how that space and the exhibits inside of it, served as a catalyst to memories they had buried away a long time ago.
I know I'm a broken record on this, but what I've learned & continue to learn from so many of these historical sites, museums, & memorials to black history is that all of this was so recent. It was just yesterday. And the ppl whom this impacted directly are often still with us.
