My Home, The Plantation.

Antiracism Begins with Telling the Truth about American Slavery.

The entrance to my neighborhood. Baton Rouge, LA. Notice the distressed chic in full effect. (Photo by the author).

My house is located in what used to be a forced labor camp. I live in the deep south. Baton Rouge, Louisiana. There’s no escape, it seems, from the landscapes of slavery.

Consider my daily commute to work. I drive 1.9 miles from my subdivision to my office at Louisiana State University. In that circa 2 mile journey I drive out of…