It’s 11:03 am, I hear the sound of my own shoes clinking against the wooden boardwalk. There is construction all around me. I pass by a man fixing the Luna Park entrance sign. “He must be preparing for the most popular season at Coney Island,” I think to myself. I […]
Field Notes
When entering the African Burial Ground National Memorial, I knew that this experience would be difficult for me. Being a product of the diaspora has given me a rich history but it is also one of pain. While I am not a product of enslaved Africans that were brought to […]
Remembering My Past: The African Burial Ground National Memorial
I left my apartment at 12:40 PM to travel to the African Burial Ground. I took the 5 train and accidently got off at Borough Hall Station instead of the City Hall. I got back on the train and got off at the correct stop. I followed Google Maps to […]
African Burial Ground Field Notes
Upon first finding and then entering the building, I got lost. My two friends and I literally walked right past it, and a few times at that. I was expecting some impressive building, perhaps a large sign? Maybe a little more museum-like, with, I don’t know, sculptures or artifacts outside […]
The Relay On Race
I stepped onto the R train at 11:30am that Friday morning and began my commute to the city. It was to be a day full of errands but the most important part, however, would begin at 1:30pm at the African Burial Ground Museum. I step off the train and find […]
The Unforgotten Struggle
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The Issue that gets Buried Deep
The weather was a gloomy and windy day that ranged around 29°-32° Fahrenheit, giving the wind a bite that would send a prickling needle-like sensation across the exposed flesh of my face as I climbed the stairs of the 5 train Brooklyn Bridge stop. The area surrounding the monument is […]
To those who lie below us
Getting off at City Hall off the J train, it is cold. I pull out my phone and put the address in the GPS. Google tells me that my location is a 5 minutes away. Making my way past city hall, the harsh wind beating on my face, I find […]
Roots: Reconciling With The Past
The day of our trip to the burial grounds, I met up with Tasneem to go to the African Burial Ground together, but we arrived too early. Although it was a very cold day, we walked around in the area for about half an hour. The area around the burial […]
Remembering Our Past: African Burial Ground
It was a chilly windy day. I had to place my hands in my pockets so that they would not solidify from the strong breeze. Safaa and I arrived at the area 45 minutes early. We were encompassed by numerous monumental buildings from every direction. There was a gay couple […]