Today was the day! The kids finally got to see the African-American Museum of History and Culture!
We rode the Metro to get there.
Then we walked through one very famous mall to get to the museum.
But the absolute best part is, none of it was for me. Because, you see, when this was written, it was meant for me. Well, not me exactly, because I’m not a man, but this was written for people who look like me. This museum was devoted to the history and culture of people who don’t look like me. I was their as a guest, to appreciate that history and culture, to learn about it, but not to belong to it. It is good for me, as the majority, to be in a space that feels that way.
After the museum was over, we headed to China Town, where we ate in a tiny little restaurant with some great friends. Photo credit on this one goes to Reece. This might be the only family photo we have since Colombia!