“The history of slavery is the history of the United States. It was not peripheral to our founding; it was central to it. It is not irrelevant to our contemporary society; it created it. This history is in our soil, it is in our policies, and it must, too, be in our memories.”
The author is a poet, educator and scholar from New Orleans who describes his visits to several locations in the United States and Africa, each with a relationship to slavery. He uses each locale as a catalyst to discuss how these various places can inform us; how history can be passed on if we question and listen.
Monticello Plantation was his first stop. There, disturbingly, tours in the 1930s and 1940s were conducted by Black men dressed as slaves. Monticello now attempts to include a more complete picture of Thomas Jefferson than history books used to deliver. A current tour guide said “Slavery is an institution. In Jefferson’s lifetime it becomes a system. So what is this slave system? It is a system of exploitation, a system of inequality and exclusion, a system where people are owned as property and held down by physical and psychological force, a system being justified even by people who know slavery is morally wrong. By doing what? Denying the very humanity of those who are enslaved solely on the basis of the color of their skin.” They also now include discussion of Sally Hemmings and her descendants.
In the United States, the author also visited: Whitney Plantation, whose primary focus is on the enslaved people who lived there; Angola Prison, built on a plantation; Blandford Cemetery, where 30,000 Confederate soldiers are buried, including a discussion of the 11 states that still observe Confederate holidays and observances like Confederate Memorial Day and Robert E. Lee Day (his birthday is celebrated on the same day as Martin Luther King Jr Day in Alabama and Mississippi); Galveston, Texas and history of Juneteenth; New York City, including it’s role in the slave trade; and the Museum of African American History, that evoked the memories of his elderly grandparents.
The only African location was Gor e Island in Senegal. It’s actual significance to the transatlantic slave trade has been disputed, but it is still a place that has major impact. “When I stood in the room in the House of Slaves that sat adjacent to the ocean, when I opened my arms and touched its wet stone walls, did it matter exactly how many people had once been held in that room? Or was it more important that the room pushed me into a space of reflection on what the origins of slavery meant? When I bent down and crawled inside that small space where I had been told enslaved people who resisted were held, when the darkness of that hole washed itself over me, did it matter whether enslaved people had actually been held there or did it matter that my sense of what bondage meant for millions of people had been irreversibly heightened? Can a place that misstates a certain set of facts still be a site of memory for a larger truth?
The author writes well. Most of the time the book read like history although more personal and less dry than history books, but sometimes the poet in him came out, especially in his use of repetition to make a point. This was a very good book and I would read more by him.
I received a free copy of this book from the publisher.