National Museum of African American History and Culture (NMAAHC)

A decade ago, Don, Ashley, and I seemed to have no problems getting up early and driving to DC for the day. In those days it was to see panda bears at the National Zoo. To be fair, the zoo is on the northern edge of our capitol, and we were ten years younger. I also felt less guilty falling asleep in the car while Don did the driving.

Hearing rumors that the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture (NMAAHC) will be closing. The story reported a month ago was more about African American history being whitewashed as artifacts that had been on loan since the museum opened in 2016 are being returned to their owners. These include Nat Turner's bible. The executive order issued in March 2025 was to remove funding for programs with "divisive narratives" and "improper ideology" specifically citing the NMAAHC and the Women's History Museum.

As we are learning, presidential executive orders are not the same as official laws. 

I still wanted to visit the museum. It has been on my wish list since it opened nearly a decade ago, but it didn't push its way to the top until it was in the news. Strike that, I forgot about it until I saw it last October on a road trip home from North Carolina when we paused in DC and I walked past it on the gorgeous fall day.

Yesterday's weather as drizzly and grey. Some might say a good day to visit a museum.

Not knowing what time we would arrive in DC, I made a 2:30 reservation thinking three hours would be enough time to explore all of it. I was wrong. We arrived around noon and asked if we could go in early. Since they still had plenty of slots for the day, we were allowed in early. 

We started our trip with lunch in the Sweet Home Café. Someone recently told us their favorite two museums food courts are in the National Museum of the American Indian and NMAAHC. We knew we liked the former, so we set our taste buds for Southern home cooking. The cafeteria is expensive (our meals were each $22), but considering the museum is free to attend, it was a good way to support their hard work.

Along the back wall of the dining hall is a replica of the famous Greensboro Woolworth's lunch counter. That reminded me I had heard the lunch counter was removed from the NMAAHC, a claim that was soon repudiated because the counter has been in the National Museum of American History for many years and is still there. The African American Museum has two original stools which are not always on display at the same time as often one is being maintained. We saw both of them on our visit. I thought about eating there, but did not.

On the surface, the museum does not look that imposing. It is only four stories and from the street level, it does not look that big.

After eating we popped into what I thought was a small room. That small room led to a large elevator which took us down three flights to the exhibit Slavery and Freedom, 1400-1877.

As Christopher Columbus did not "discover" America until 1492, and this is a museum about African American History and Culture, I wasn't sure why the 19th Smithsonian museum started back this far. It was later explained to me by an older African American gentleman at the front desk the museum wanted to start with some home and how it all started. The focus of the museum is not white guilt, but Black pride. 

There were several school groups, making it hard to walk around the exhibits. Don really felt for one pre-teen boy who I saw reading the first panel of the first exhibit by putting his finger on each word as he read them. "There are a lot of words here!" he exclaimed. Yes, dude, there are.

When I came back from a restroom break I told Don I was concerned I wouldn't be able to find him. He not untruthfully said we are about the only white people there. As we walked through the museum, we saw more, mostly people about our age (it was a weekday during the school year). Our friendly docent encouraged us to tell our friends about the museum and encourage you to visit. Consider this your invitation.

The bottommost level (C3) is hard. Images of captives chained together in the hull of a ship with no room to stretch, or live, are hard to study. That's without the sounds and the smells. The stories of men being chained together and waking to find the person they are attached to dead are chilling. And that's the beginning. Once on land they are separated as they are sold. They did nothing to deserve this. A picture of Harriet Tubman in her old age shows a tiny woman who made an enormous difference in this world. The tiny shack that started its life in the 18th century as a slave cabin (and was donated to the museum when they opened in 2016) was no bigger than the room I am sitting in as I type, but in which a dozen people would have rested after toiling all day.

After spending at least half an hour in the very first room on the very first floor I encouraged Don to pick up the pace. Yes, we can come back someday, but it has taken us nine years to visit we needed to try to see more.

The second level (C3): Defending freedom, defining freedom: the era of
segregation 1876-1968 is not any easier. It is the same footprint of the lowest floor. The floor has a segregated railroad car. Behind us were two African American teenage girls on a school trip. The path takes you through the Whites Only car first before going to the smaller Colored Section. The girls said "Oohh...we wouldn't be allowed in here" as they admired the lounge area in the two whites only bathrooms and the space for extra luggage. They also said the colored section was pretty nice by today's standards and they wouldn't mind traveling in there. The fare was the same for both ends of the train.

Why do you need a lounge
in a railcar bathroom?

Whites Only seating

The Colored bathroom still looks nicer
than what is on trains today

Colored seating

View from the back of the train

I like classic trains.

This was the separate but equal stage.

Behind the train car was a room with disturbing images and a warning. The Emmett Till Memorial. If you don't know anything about Emmett Till please read up on the 14-year old boy from Chicago who was beaten, kidnapped, shot, and thrown in the river as trash while visiting his family in a small town in Mississippi in the summer of 1955. His mother insisted his body be returned to Chicago where it was on public display. His brutal murder is one of the sparks of the Civil Rights Movement. I had heard of him before, but I did not realize this is what encouraged Rosa Parks to refuse to give up her seat a few months later.

On this floor we saw the two original Woolworth counter stools.

Takeaway: the fight for what is right is not quick. Keep it up!

The top basement floor (C2) is called A Changing America: 1968 and beyond. It is the smallest floor. It skipped through the most recent decades. I was not prepared for the tears when I heard President Obama's voice shake as he said if he had a son, he would look like Trayvon Martin, the 17-year old Black youth murdered in Florida in 2012. 

Will we ever again have a President who has empathy? 

If the Sweet Home Cafe was still open, they closed at 3 and it was 3:30 by the time we finished the basement levels, we would have paused for chocolate cake. Instead we took a deep breath and went to the information desk for a map. This was when we got into a conversation about traveling back in time to stop Pope Nicholas V from signing his Dum Diversas legalizing turning African citizens into lifetime slaves.

The main floor has no exhibits. Levels 2, 3, and 4 are much smaller than the basement. We learned buildings are not allowed to be taller than the Washington Monument, therefore they built this one underground. They chose this location because it is the site of a creek (since paved over) that was where the slave trade was held during the Colonial era. The museum goes under the street. As the museum guide is not to scale, I don't know how far it goes. We know it at least goes to the fountain we could see underground.

I decided to start at the top and end on the first floor. The upper most floor has the culture galleries, including movies, television. visual arts, cultural expressions, and music. Filled with eyepoppingly beautiful exhibits. After slavery and its aftermath, it felt like we could breathe again as we appreciated the Black pride on exhibit. Still, some white guilt is there as you see how long it took for Black actors to become more than sidekicks or play subservient roles.  

Level three, community galleries, is divided into the major themes of sports accomplishments, political advances, and military experiences. I was pleased to see a large exhibit (not mentioned on the map) about Mary McLeod Bethune, a formidable woman. We need more like her. The 6888, barely received a sentence in a display. When I asked my favorite guide about that he reminded me only a portion of all the artifacts are on display at one time and they have enough to fill three or four museums, what would I like to take out? I could tell these women would not rate as high as other hidden treasures in his mind. (I just realized, I didn't see anything about the women who helped men get to the moon that were featured in the movie "Hidden Figures," they, too, deserve more than a mention.) He said he has a wife and five daughters, and respects women, but ... I made a joke and decided to leave before I heard him dismiss women and more than he had already in our conversation.

Level two, explore more! is the interactive floor. The highlight was the front of a car. Sitting in it you pretend to be traveling from the North to the South to see your grandmother. Your guide is the Green Book to help you find safe places to eat, to get gas, and to stay the night. When I walked up to it a pair of 12-year old white boys were going through the game's prompts and taking it seriously. Their friend came up and replied to the voice that told the driver to get out of town before sunset because "you know what that means." The (also white boy bouncing about the exhibit) said "no, what does that mean." I replied, it meant if you were Black your life would be in danger. I wonder what he learned that day. Kudos to the teachers for introducing them to race. Something we do not talk about enough as Americans. I just wish they had more stations to explore the Green Book. In the basement they had a large "counter" with "menus" to learn about the segregation era. 

Visit.

Learn about the past through a different lens than the one you grew up believing was the only one. The right one. 

People matter.

I need to revisit that list I drew up in 2016 and visit more places. In the past nine years, I have only visited the Holocaust Museum and Newseum.

If you could go back in time ... what would you change?

The question came up when I making conversation with an older Black man at the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture (NMAAHC) information desk. I cited I wanted to go back to the 2016 election. He quickly chimed in he would go back to 1452 when Pope Nicholas V wrote Dum Diversas (meaning "while different" in Latin) to subjugate and legalize slavery in Portugal of all non-Christians ("while different"), and his 1455 amended policy to legalize slavery based on skin color. His justification was to spread Christianity, which doesn't hold water with the 1455 amendment taking out the "loophole" that even if they convert to Christianity they are still slaves.

That's something you won't even find in the museum. The closest I saw was that slavery existed before 1400, but it was a short-term (for example to pay off a debt). Trading of goods had taken places. In 1452 humans became a commodity, specifically humans from West Africa who were reclassified as "slaves" (i.e., non-humans).

When I said, I don't understand how anyone could justify this. He said without hate it was "greed, it's that simple." 

This law created before Christopher Columbus "discovered" American is the root of our systems of inequality.

I recently heard the expression (unrelated to this discussion), it would be as hard as removing a drop of food coloring placed in a glass of water to fix this mess.

Other than changing the course of history with regards to slavery, what would you go back in time to change?

My next non-political thought was for Jonathan Larson to received medical treatment for his undiagnosed Marfan's disease which caused aortic dissection. A completely treatable disease had he gone to the doctor. One reason he did not was because he did not have health insurance. Something else that needs fixing in this country.

"Hypernormalization"

Grandpa Chris shared this week's Guardian article about hypernormalization with me today. It is the idea that we are all worn out by the news. "If everything feels broken but strangely normal, this Soviet-era concept of hypernormalization can help." It is the idea that we know life is falling apart around us, but we don't know what we can do about it anymore. Or at least that is my take on it.

For me, these feelings started in spring 2020 as the pandemic news felt hopeless and never ending. I probably should have started feeling this way in November 2016 when Hillary lost the election, or the election was stolen from her. I was too wrapped up in my life to be crushed by the news.

Life calmed down under Sleepy Joe. There were still problems, but I had time between news outbursts to absorb them.

Now 120-ish days into Trump 2.0 the news is nonstop. It is impossible to catch my breath. I know I should be doing more to make sure the budget doesn't pass, but I'm still in shock Congress passed it. This weekend it came out that if the Senate passes it, there are new laws that give T the power to do whatever he likes officially, as opposed to the unofficial way he has been going about it.

My Jewish friends are up in arms (rightfully so) about the murder of an engaged couple as they walked out of a Jewish fundraiser in front of the Jewish Museum in Washington, DC. They can't understand why everyone else is not outraged with them.

Let's see. I'm still in shock over the hostages being taken on October 7, 2023 and why haven't they been released. For a while the world was crushed by them, celebrated when many were released, but seem to have forgotten about those still still there.

This week is the 5th anniversary of George Floyd being murdered by a police officer in Minneapolis. For a time the nation was in an uproar over that, but then stopped.

This week I learned our former pastor's fiancé died in his sleep at the age of 33. I'm crushed for him and his family.

A few days later I learned a friend's brilliant husband has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. They await more test results.

Smaller crushes happen when friends say they don't wear a Star of David necklace because they don't want to be targeted as a Jew. Or when they tell their sons to delay getting their drivers' licenses so they won't be charged with DWB (Driving While Black). Or when they tell me they had The Talk with their young child -- not about sex education but what to do to stay alive when they encounter police or other forms of racism.

This week we are visiting the Smithsonian's African American Museum because I want to see it before it is dismantled.

It is impossible to be up in arms about all of it. 

I also find it impossible not to feel judged when others are devastated and I'm too worn out to be feel the latest soul crushing blow. 

Hypernormalization. The idea that life keeps going on even as the crushes keep happening.  

June 14th is the next day for mass protests (as opposed to the smaller protests that seem to happen at least weekly if not daily). I don't even know what to put on a sign. What am I protesting? How about ALL of it! I want life to be better for the next generation, but that small dream seems impossible lately.

Where will you be protesting?

Six Triple Eight Day in Alletown, NJ

It is hard to imagine in our era of cell phones where you can reach anyone on the globe fairly instantly that eighty years as we fought in World War II soldiers and families went nearly two year without hearing from each other. The men were needed to fight. No one was left to distribute the mail. Morale was tanking.

In 1944 Mary McLeod Bethune reached out to her good friend, First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and explained the soldiers and their families were losing heart. These two powerful women were able to get a mostly all-Black troop 6888 Womens Army Corp (WAC) to do "useful" work in the military. They were sent to England to sort the mail being stored in airplane hangars, many with the most basic of information. They were told they had six months to complete the task. Though set up for failure, they completed the task in only three months. May of the letters had nicknames or common names. The women created their own system working three eight-hour shifts a day to sort the mail round the clock. Their motto was "No Mail, No Morale."

Their story was nearly forgotten. Last year Netflix came out with The Six Triple Eight, a movie highlighting their important mission.

On May 18, 80 people gathered in Allentown, NJ to celebrate their first Six Triple Eight Day honoring Marion VanOrkey, one of the women, who is buried in the Allentown Methodist Cemetery. New Jersey is the fifth state to have a 6888 Day. Their goal is to have one in each state.

Our friend Mike spearheaded the event in record time. State Congresswoman Shirley Turner got it passed in our state legislature. A ceremony was held on the what would have been Ms. VanOrkey's birthday. The Allentown Village Initiative organized the event, and had homemade baked goods at the end.

Historian Dr. Karen T. Jordan, 6889 Descendent and ambassador gave remarks eloquently sharing their history. In 1940 Allentown only had 4,000 people, the Black population was a small part of the community, but had four (?) Congressional War Heroes. They did not have to serve, and were often treated poorly, but they believed in fighting for the United States.

Here are my pictures from the day:

"Things that Glow" Tour

Don heard the Burlington County Park System was going to hold a Friday night tour called "Things that Glow." I booked out reservation while he was in Omaha. He asked his boss if he could leave REI 15 minutes early so we could make it to Arney's Mount Park on time for the tour. A couple of weeks earlier we visited the park as part of our troll hunt so we knew exactly where to go.

This was an example of us reading our expectations into a description. When we read "Things that Glow," we thought we were going to find glow worms in their natural habitat. In 2023, we learned Wellington, NZ has glow worms. A bit of researched showed they also exist in New Jersey. We thought this tour was to help us find glow worms in nature.

Short answer, that is not what we saw. Instead, Jen, our naturalist, handed each couple a UV flashlight so we could see UV-induced visible fluorescence, an amazing phenomenon that is normally invisible to us. Using the lights, we saw mushrooms and plants that glow in dazzling colors. Jen was just as excited taking pictures along with us of nature under the UV flashlight, and with a normal flashlight. Jen is one of the country's leading experts in this field.

Safety first, we were all given goggles and a safety speech before we crossed the roadway into the park. We passed the troll, which was hidden in the dark. A man with a German accent asked me about the troll. I tried to explain it was a public art project created to encourage people to visit the 18 trolls throughout Burlington County, but even in the dark I could tell he was looking at me as if I had six heads.

Here are my pictures from the stroll: