All the close up parking was taken so we parked in the lot on the far side and headed onto the Albert Dock. Though it's a tourist attraction now it still has the feel of a working dock and it's easy to imagine the kind of commerce that went on there. We were headed to see the International Slavery Museum which was housed directly opposite the entrance to the dock. But getting there. I was bounced and jostled, Joe's breath became ragged and his hands hurt as we both tried to navigate first the cobblestone and then the ragged flagstone.
At one point we stopped for a bite to eat just to have a bit of a rest, realizing then we'd come less than half way. Joe went back to put more money in the parking and I struck out on my own. I just looked down and carefully tried to wend my way through the rough surface without doing damage to my wheelchair. I made a fair distance and when Joe came back I was, rightfully, proud of myself.
We found our way in and then took the elevator up to the exhibit. We were then quiet for most of the hour and a bit that we were there. Seeing shackles that bound hands and feet, whips that tore at disobediant skin, instruments of torture and degredation silenced all chatter. There were many there and it was deathly quiet.
One photograph struck me, a white family had painted 1923 Merry Xmas and the name of the town they lived in in white, one letter per black man's chest. The 'Christmas Message' stood in orderly rows bearing a letter each staring at the camera. The men's faces, the men's who's bodies were used as background to white paint, those faces - you should have seen those faces.
When we got to the Klansman's robe, all white and hideous, I turned to Joe and said, "I think I'm full up now ... " and was about to ask him if he would mind if I just went back to the elevators while he finished looking at the exhibit. But instead he just turned and put his hands on my wheelchair and pushed me out.
On the way back, the road was a rough as it had been before. But we didn't complain. Because now it felt like whining. Enough with that, it wasn't that hard.