I learned it walking the fucking streets where it happened. In '89 there was no education on the subject, no monuments, nothing but fucking burned concrete outlines of foundations and sidewalks, planted in a huge, mowed field outside of Greenwood.
We were loud-mouthed, know-it-all teens back then, decided we would go check it out. We weren’t loud-mouthed that day. We could barely speak walking that ground.
“Jesus… These were entire blocks of homes, streets, burned to the ground. Who lived here? What was it like then? Did anyone survive?”
Like watching hurricane damage on the news, it’s so much worse on the ground than you can possibly imagine.
I’m crying and don’t want to explain to my Philina gf, I’m out.