The National Memorial for Peace and Justice was built in remembrance of the enslaved individuals terrorized by lynching.
"TRUE PEACE IS NOT MERELY THE ABSENCE OF TENSION; IT IS THE PRESENCE OF JUSTICE." - MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.
"...AND O MY PEOPLE, OUT YONDER, HEAR ME, THEY DO NOT LOVE YOUR NECK UNNOOSED AND STRAIGHT. SO LOVE YOUR NECK, PUT A HAND ON IT, GRACE IT, STROKE IT AND HOLD IT UP. AND ALL YOUR INSIDE PARTS THAT THEY'D JUST AS SOON SLOP FOR HOGS YOU GOT TO LOVE THEM. THE DARK, DARK LIVER - LOVE IT, AND THE BEATING HEART, LOVE THAT TOO. MORE THAN EYES OR FEET, MORE THAN LUNGS THAT HAVE YET TO DRAW FREE AIR. MORE THAN YOUR LIFE-HOLDING WOMB AND YOUR LIFE-GIVING PRIVATE PARTS, HEAR ME NOW, LOVE YOUR HEART. FOR THIS IS THE PRIZE." - TONI MORRISON
When you first walk into the maze of the memorial you can't help but see these memorial plaques. Placed in a window stack alignment, viewers are in a way forced to see them and know what happened in these places. While some places may be more well known for this kind of violent history, others may come as a shock to some. It is the intent that none should be forgotten and lost in history.
On the walls you see plaques with names (if known) of individuals and a description of why they were lynched and what happened to them. Below are a few examples:
These are but a few examples, but you can see that the reasoning for their lynchings would be seen as ridiculous today, and for some it is incredible and terrifying to think that there would have been thousands of white people trying to kill only a few black people.
"THOUSANDS OF AFRICAN AMERICANS ARE UNKNOWN VICTIMS OF RACIAL TERROR LYNCHINGS WHOSE DEATHS CANNOT BE DOCUMENTED, MANY WHOSE NAMES WILL NEVER BE KNOWN. THEY ARE ALL HONORED HERE."
"The wind brings your names. We will never dissever your names nor your shadows beneath each branch and tree.
The truth comes in on the wind, is carried by the water. There is such a thing as the truth. Tell us how you got over. Say, Soul look back in wonder.
Your names were never lost, each name a holy word. The rocks cry out -
call out each name to sanctify this place. Sounds in human voices, silver or soil, a moan, a sorrow song,
a keen, a cackle, harmony, a hymnal, handbook, chart, a sacred text, a stomp, an exhortation.
Ancestors, you will find us still in cages, despised and disciplined. You will find us mis-named.
Here you will find us despite. You will not find us extinct. You will find us here memoried and storied.
You will find us here mighty. You will find us here divine. You will find us where you left us, but not as you left us.
Here you endure and are luminous. You are not lost to us. The wind carries sorrows, sighs, and shouts.
The wind brings everything. Nothing is lost."
-Elizabeth Alexander