Arick D. Scott's Reflection

Growing up, I've never been truly fond of visiting museums and exhibits. However, history has always held my undivided attention and I find facts about ancient lifestyles to be captivating and mind-boggling. When I was ever confronted with the subject of historical slavery, I would somewhat overlook the topic and convince myself that many cultures have endured slavery in their past. I never really realized how connected I was with my late ancestors. These enslaved individuals were more than property and a labor force. African slaves had to endure years upon years of mistreatment, abuse, and cultural deprivation. I began to realize that my ancestors have an immediate and direct influence on my life and I, consequently, carry the burden of legacy. In a way, I feel like I am obligated to succeed and to glorify the trials of my ancestors. After visiting the African burial ground, I was reminded of my objective and all-time purpose. To see the markings on the walls and to envision the suffering of the African people actually rejuvenated my burning ambition to strive above stereotypes and racism. I desire to become a prime example of African American success without sacrificing my identity and culture. Being inside that slaveship replica, helped me understand how cramped living conditions were for traveling slaves. One would think that the ships were gigantic and suited to house humans, but, in all actuality, these were normal ships, built to carry cargo. Slaves were simply cargo, cheap goods, property. I refuse to be any man's property and this trip to Manhattan reminded me of my duties. I didn't ride with the main group, but instead I rode with my friends for 5 hours, as opposed to 4, because someone shouldn't have volunteered as the navigator if they sucked at directions. But I am glad that I had the chance to experience it all. I definitely needed a simple reminder in life.