As a descendant of slaves, I took this visit quite personally. Though I had been to this very place before, this visit was different.
At that time, I remember being moved only by anger. Anger that a place that housed so much pain, defilement, and grief was still standing.

This time I was sorrowful.
I simply touched the walls inside of the dungeon and it was as if the walls held stories never told by people with no voice. I was walking and standing in the space that began and assisted in continuation of the turmoil that my ancestors had to endure as slaves in America.
This experience will remain with me for many years to come.