I’m in DC for work, so won’t have a full blog post today.
What I will say, as a repeat of my Instagram post earlier, that when I sightsee in this city, that despite what the people are currently doing around this town, it remains inspiring to think about the ideals we can strive to as a nation, by taking the words of our forefathers and updating them to be more inclusive and relevant.
I was able to sneak in a visit to the National Museum of African American History and Culture. I will go back because I did not do it justice. There are three floors of history since 1400 that most of us don’t learn in school, or it’s glossed over at best. It was sobering to stand before the original casket Emmett Till was buried in – after his mother insisted upon an open casket at the funeral to make sure everyone knew the atrocity he suffered. So many people before and after him, whose names we don’t know but should, whose voices will continue to speak out because the work is not done and injustice still exists.