African Burial Ground Trip

During the month of November, I had attended the bus trip to the African Burial Ground with the freshman seminar class. Although I was not too excited about waking up at 5 a.m. I was more than exstatic about the day ahead of us. When we had finally arrived in New York City and was able to go to both the inside and outside of the building, I was truly touched by what I saw. Those six graves held my ancestors. The pictures montage on the inside was the family that worked so hard to make sure that I could be a student at Howard University today. Those who slaved long, grueling hours and lost the ones that they loved because of a system to hatred used to fuel the economy of this so-called great nation. They lay there in those graves to remind us of how far we've come, but also to fill us with the spirit to keep laboring for better than what we have no matter what the obstacle. I truly appreciated the trip with Dr. Carr because it gave me a better sense of history and purpose in life. Going on this trip also showed me the amount of disdain and disrespect that people can have based off of the fact that they attempted to build an office building on sacred ground and didn't want anyone to find out. This is a clear cut example of the fact that the fight for equal rights and respect as a African American culture is nowhere near over and we as the next generation must continue in that struggle to make tomorrow better for those to come.