ode to maafa

July 1st

The day begins at 530 in the morning, before the city wakes. It begins in Congo Square under the early morning shadows of an ancient oak. Gathered are the devoted. A substantive amount of Africans of the past in tune with their ancestors, adorned in clothes of all white. Drummers beat the mood, those with praise shout it for all to hear. We gathered in the morning to commemorate and remember Maafa, the middle passage which brought the ancestors to this very spot. We marched in procession, white carnation in tow, through the French Quarter and to the River.