Good morning Beautiful People.
I’m entering day four of my time here in Montgomery, Alabama. Yesterday, I got to spend a few hours at the Freedom Monument Sculpture Park, one of the four legacy sites. It was, as expected, a deeply riveting experience that has gotten under my skin.
My most emotional moment came as I stood before a memorial wall bearing more than 100,000 surnames of formerly enslaved people. I got to scan a QR code with my cell phone and search for my people: Patton. Broach. Jones. Harris. Rucker. Smallwood.
Every name was there. They were all there, Y’all. Both families. So today’s audio reflection is about all the emotions I felt standing under the hot Alabama sun and finding all my people on a slavery wall.
Come go with me.
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