About a week ago, I went to the Tribute to the Ancestors of the Middle Passage in Coney Island, partly for work and partly because I was interested. I've been doing events for Black Brooklyn Renaissance since February, but this was the first time I ever went to something that I could tell was fueled by anger rather than appreciation. The white guilt started creeping up on me as I listened to the words that these people spoke about the multitudes of people that died in the slave trades--but never for a moment did I feel unwelcome. It was a weird juxtaposition between being an outsider and being accepted as a part of the group that gathered on the Boardwalk to pay tribute to all the people that died in the middle passage.
On a slightly more self-satisfying note, BAC published six of my photos on the website (the first six in the slide show) here.
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