I don’t intend to describe the National Museum of African American History and Culture here, or even to try to describe my reaction to it. I will simply post the pictures I took. I only took a few. The choices of those pictures represent my reaction.
I did not have time to see the entire museum. I didn’t get to see the upper floors that may have been less dispiriting. I spent too much time in the subterranean levels, the history levels, reading about how European nations amassed great wealth from the slave trade–and wondering about the total eradication of the Muslim influences that must have come west with the slaves. All I read about as a child was the “Negro spiritual” based in Old Testament stories. It’s extraordinary how a nation goes about pretending its history was something other than it really was. I know it won’t happen-especially not now in a nation governed by overt Klan sympathizers, white nationalists and other racists–but special holidays and grants should be set aside to ensure every child in the nation spends a day through the National Museum of African American History and Culture.