Photo credit: Janice Montalvo
These are the train tracks my patriarchal matriarch crossed uptown to work as domestics. These tracks also lead towards their burial ground at the color folks cemetery. The sound of the train was a timekeeper. Perhaps these were the same whistles heard by my beloved ancestors.
g’beda is that gre gre, the great grandchild at the feet of ancestors collecting the wisdom, the stories, the knowledge and answering the call. Freedom in Sound is dedicated to the ancestors who survived the journey and made this lifetime possible.