Broken Pieces

Day 1: North Carolina
In one exhibit in the Woolworth's museum, the photos were displayed in such a fascinating way that I couldn't help but think about why it was arranged that way. They were asymmetrical, as if broken, pieces of whole pictures. Through trying to analyze its significance, and after noticing the content of the photos; the lynching, burning, and dismantled victims of hatred, just for fighting for something as fragile as human rights, I realized that that shattering display resembles America's history doomed to forever repeat itself. America is a complex tapestry in that the blinding contrast between beauty and shame is so surreal.
After the museum, we sat on the lawn of A&T where I would be swayed by the breeze looking unto the verdure. I wondered how America has such gorgeous things to offer, but it is buried under the free, the sick, and the depraved.
It will never make sense to me why there is still this unjust hierarchy of man and beast, even after seemingly countless years of broken promises of a difference in rights occurring. Each generation waits for a change, where we are all eventually staunch in silence, but I learned that the way to find true solace is not to be trapped by passivity, or fear of having the right answer, but to assert oneself by being proactive in the will to make a difference; to weave back together the tapestry and mend the broken pieces of whole pictures.

--Weinstein
City College