Yesterday, the Obama family toured the Cape Coast fortress in Ghana, from which countless Africans, were forcibly sent to the slave trade. I'm struck by the meaning of this visit, and how the ugly history of slavery is being faced, in an unflinching manner.
Clearly, this part of the trip to Ghana was not a "fun" visit for the Obamas.
I get so frustrated when I hear people refer to "Africa," as if it were one country. (Think of it, you've surely heard a list that goes something like, "France, Germany, Japan, Africa." This drives me nuts.) I'm hoping that this trip signals a new approach to relations between the United States and the countries of Africa.
As a daughter of an immigrant, I'm still delighted by how Barack Obama is re-shaping the definition of "American."
Is it totally shallow to admit how much I love the clothes of the Ghanaian people?
I work with pattern as part of my job, and I adore these exuberant textiles!
How can I not love a culture whose most formal clothes are so bold, joyful and dignified?