On a hillside in Montgomery, Alabama, there stands a monument that exists to expose to the world the cruel and inhumane behavior that one group of people can perpetrate on another group. This is the National Memorial for Peace and Justice, which in the words of its founder is a “sacred space for truth-telling and reflection about racial terror in America and its legacy.”
My own words cannot capture the context of this place as clearly as this text from the entrance to the Memorial:
Like the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, the structure of the memorial itself is part of the experience. It is laid out in a rectangle, with four sides to walk through, one by one. The rusted steel boxes are the shape and size of a coffin, one for each county in the United States where a lynching took place. The names and dates of each Black person lynched in that county are cut into the steel below the name and state of the county.
When I first entered the monument, I was walking among the markers. Reading each name became impossible once I saw how many names there were. I read places and dates, then let the sheer number of names wash over and through me.
As I turned the first corner, the floor sloped down gradually on that second side.
What was once eye level, as tall as me, rose up, and I had to look up slightly, then more, to see the names and dates on each marker.
The next turn was the hardest. Suddenly, there were hundreds of county coffins high over my head, so many I couldn’t really take it in. I craned my neck to read the county names and that’s when I realized the design was making me stretch my neck in the same way that the act of lynching stretched the necks of so many Black Americans. Tears slid down my cheeks as I stood there looking at the rows and rows and rows of coffin markers and the racial hatred and racial terror they represent. These were names and dates and places in physical form, not dry statistics or words in a book. I was completely overwhelmed.
I noticed a young Black woman reading the long plaques you can see on the walls in the photo above. She would read one, then slowly move to the next one and when she reached the end of the one side, she slowly walked back and started reading the other side. I realized each plaque was someone’s life and death. I couldn’t just walk by those names. I read each one, following her lead, both sides of the walkway. I owed it to each one of those names to recognize they were human beings who had been terrorized and murdered by white people like me.
I went back to the place where I had left off looking up and started reading the county names, one by one, row by row, down dozens fo rows. My neck starting to ache from looking up but I couldn’t let it go. I had to know. And then suddenly, there it was: Christian County, Kentucky.
That’s where my paternal grandfather’s family came from, and there are still small streets and gravestones in the cemetery with the family name. Two of dates were from when they were living there, before they moved out to Arizona. Were they part of a mob that chased down and lynched John Henry Skinner or Willis Griffey? They owned slaves, I heard tell, so they might have been in one of those lynch mobs. It’s a small county, so probably is more accurate than might, I think, as painful as that is to admit.
As I turned to enter the last side of the memorial, words on the wall shed a light of hope amid the darkness of the coffin markers.
As I walked underneath this last section, I could no longer read the names of the individuals, just the counties cut into the bottom of each one. More than 800 markers, more than 4400 names, in this memorial hall.
To see the people represented by this place is to realize how blind hatred and unfounded fear can cause people to do unspeakable things. One group of humans insisted that another group of humans was lesser because of the color of their skin, with political structures all the way up to the U.S. Supreme Court backing them up.
I want to believe we are better than that now. But we are not. I see the evidence in the deaths of Oscar Grant, Michael Brown, and Sandra Bland. I see it in Facebook posts espousing hatred of Muslims, in the deaths of children in the custody of the U.S. Border Patrol.
I had been reading about civil rights before I visited this memorial. After, I realized I needed to learn about systemic racism and how it affected Black people in America in the past and how it affects them today. And how, as a white person, it has benefitted me. I’ve been oblivious as to how my white skin has given me advantages in every area of my life.
This year, I started the painful, daily, work of recognizing my privilege and my own racism. I know that it is on me, on white people, to do the work of dismantling systemic racism. We are the ones who by our silence have been complicit in white supremacy. If you read this paragraph and think “not me” – well, that was me last year. This year’s me has learned it is me.
This has been one of the hardest posts I’ve written, struggling to capture how it felt to visit this place and then – as the weeks and months passed – how it opened my eyes to things I had not known. I’ve gone back and forth with words and images a half dozen times, and have finally decided that publishing an imperfect essay is better than not publishing anything at all.
If you’re interested in learning more about structural racism and white privilege, I have created an annotated reading list of books that I’ve found enlightening, educational, challenging, and, yes, difficult. All of them are worth the work. And so is justice for all, the pledge every American has said countless times without actually thinking what that really means.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.,
Letter from Birmingham, Alabama Jail
April 16, 1963
Shirley Morrow says
Annie, I am humbled by your words.
I could actually feel you speak to my soul. Every word you have showed your love for people, I feel you share in their pain.
Thank you for bringing me back to my knees and reminding me who I am. I am every man, woman, and child and they are me.
Keep up your strength, friend.
Sandy Ogletree says
I have also been on a journey to be anti-racist in my life. Your description of the Memorial puts into words some of the feelings, I felt visiting there as well. The Legacy Museum in Montgomery moved me more than any other Civil Rights Museum, I have ever visited. I keep reading, listening,learning and working towards racial justice. I could not find your list of resources, however. Thank you for sharing.
Marc says
Très touchant. Un endroit que je devrai absolument visiter. Great post. Touching. Absolutly need to visit. Merci
carol Reddy says
Thank you for the VERY IMPORTANT work you’re doing on racism and white privilege
Annie. Great to read you’re part of the solution I really appreciated your photos and this piece of writing ☮️
chapter3travels says
Not only is your writing moving, thoughtful, and captivating, but your photos are haunting – perfectly capturing the enormity of the tragedy memorialized in that space. I look forward to visiting this evocative monument as soon as possible. Thank you for sharing.
Kelly Haggerty says
This is a remarkable, captivating, and humbling article Annie. Thank you for the inspiration.
Annie says
Thank you, Kelly, that means a lot to me.
Rebecca Balentine says
Thank you for sharing this piece. It can’t have been easy to write but you did an excellent job of conveying the necessity of everyone facing up to the legacy of this period of our nation’s past.
Annie says
Rebecca, thank you for reading and for leaving a comment. I was nervous publishing this piece, but the subject has been weighing on my heart for a while now so I put it out there and hope it helps others with that “facing up to the legacy” of what we have built up.
Daniela says
I am originally from Germany. When I grew up it was mandatory for every student to visit one of the concentration camp memorials. I like to think it helped my growth and the world view I hold.
If you don’t acknowledge and honor your history, good and bad, growing will be much more difficult, as a person and as a country. Thank you for the reminder and a very touching post. I will make a point to visit the memorial.
Annie says
Daniela, I regret that when I visited Germany, I never visited any of the concentration camp memorials, just the installation in Berlin. I agree, acknowledging all the history of your country is important; America is late to facing up to the consequences of slavery, Reconstruction, and the rest of it, but I have hope that we are changing in the right direction. And, yes, the memorial is worth a visit. It and the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC were the two most moving monuments to me, ever.
Fiona McGregor says
Annie, this is your best post yet for me, although I have enjoyed others more. The struggle you convey in the writing is so powerful; thank you, thank you, thank you. Now I have to digest,
Annie says
Thank you for reading, Fiona. It is a lot to digest, to see the patterns of racism in American life, but it’s the only way we can move forward on that “justice for all” promise.
Janet Spitzer says
Thank you Annie for your words of clarity, honesty and the desire for atonement.
I have been on a similar, difficult, and heartfelt path this past year. All of us white folks need to look clearly at systemic racism and own our and our ancestors’ part in it. I have heard of this memorial, but not visited it yet. Your images and words give me a powerful preview. Well done.
Annie says
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Janet. I think many of us white people have been on that path the last few years, seeing the news, reading the articles and opinion pieces, and thinking of our part in all of it. Let’s keep going, hard though it is.
Sue Gill says
Thank you Annie for this post. Tough to read, thought provoking and eye opening
Annie says
Thank you, Sue. When I said at the beginning of this year that I wanted to write deeper pieces, I didn’t know where it would lead. But here we are. I hope to do more, as I am a thinking vagabond, thinking a lot about America and my place in it.
Robyn Flemming says
Profoundly moving, Annie. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve shared it.
Annie says
Thank you for sharing it, Rob, I don’t mind at all! I appreciate that you felt it good enough to pass on.
Jeremiah Dickinson says
Thank you for bringing your humanity and considerable photographic and writing skill to this issue. As an older white man, I too stand convicted by the knowledge that I have benefitted, at the expense of others, from white privilege. Let us commit to working together to find ways, large and small, to change the systemic culture of white supremacy that pervades our society. I hope that some day I will be able to visit this museum in person.
Annie says
Thank you for reading this post, Jeremiah. I was worried many people would see where it was going and close the tab. I am with you, let’s work together, to dismantle white supremacy, because it’s us white people who have to do it, no one else can. Hard, painful, long, and slow – but there really is no other way to move forward as I see it.
Jamie Sharp says
That’s a really good post. Thank you for your candidness.
Annie says
Thank you for reading it, Jamie, I really appreciate that and your comment. Putting out something like this was way out of my comfort zone.
Jenny says
Beautifully written Annie. I know this post took some time for you to digest your experiences . Thank you for having the courage to take the journey and share your thoughts with us. Our society is at a pivotal point on so many levels but dealing with our sordid racial past should be top among them. There is much healing yet to do. Your photos speak a thousand words as well. Striking.
Annie says
Thank you, Jenny. Our conversation over lunch a few weeks back gave me more things to think about that eventually went into this post, so I’m glad we met up. And yes, our nation is facing a raft of challenges; racism and white supremacy needs to be dismantled before we can really move ahead on so much else.