A night to remember in Brooklyn

When we first entered the Maafa Suite in Brooklyn, there were already actors dressed up in their costumes ready to great us. I noticed a few caucassion people had on elegant dresses and nice, old fashioned attire. When we entered the church, on one side there was a group of young African American children tied up to posts screaming in terror, and on the other side, older African Americans dressed in white thanking us for attending. Showing different sybollisms of peace and terror. When me and my fellow companion Lexis tried to sit down in our seats, a young man kept following us to our seats and glaring at us as he did so, we were frightened already. After everyone was seated, a small service took place, where we ate matza symbolizing the body of christ and grape juice for the blood. Then the show started, first as a forbidden love story, then captured by the white men and sold into slavery. From then on the next 4 hours were about how the slaves were beaten, raped, sold, killed, in horrible, malitious ways. This performance was grotesque, horrifying, informative, and yet filled with a few needed comedic reliefs, and beautiful and cultural dancing. It was definately a night I will never forget!