The fall before Covid hit I traveled with a friend to DC. Our itinerary included a visit to the National Museum of Africa American History and Culture. It was eye opening. I had never learned of the Tulsa Maasacre, had never heard of The Negro Motorist Green Book, and had only the most vague idea of who Emmett Till was. It was a quiet d…
The fall before Covid hit I traveled with a friend to DC. Our itinerary included a visit to the National Museum of Africa American History and Culture. It was eye opening. I had never learned of the Tulsa Maasacre, had never heard of The Negro Motorist Green Book, and had only the most vague idea of who Emmett Till was. It was a quiet day at the museum, yet the line for the Emmett Till exhibit stretched around the building. I suspect my experience parallels that of many of my white generation. The very idea that that rethuglicans wish to return to those policies of “Disneyfying” history sickens me. Instead I’d suggest every school child, and perhaps the J6 DC jailbirds, should tour the museum. It would be impossible to exit without being incredibly moved and shaken by our history.
The fall before Covid hit I traveled with a friend to DC. Our itinerary included a visit to the National Museum of Africa American History and Culture. It was eye opening. I had never learned of the Tulsa Maasacre, had never heard of The Negro Motorist Green Book, and had only the most vague idea of who Emmett Till was. It was a quiet day at the museum, yet the line for the Emmett Till exhibit stretched around the building. I suspect my experience parallels that of many of my white generation. The very idea that that rethuglicans wish to return to those policies of “Disneyfying” history sickens me. Instead I’d suggest every school child, and perhaps the J6 DC jailbirds, should tour the museum. It would be impossible to exit without being incredibly moved and shaken by our history.