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© 2019 Michael Webster
When the sun goes down and the beach is bathed in twilight, participants in the Middle Passage Tribute slowly walk backwards from the surf as the drums take on a mournful, less intense rhythm.
As a photographer and journalist, I am always a witness, never a participant, but as the white-clad people move farther away from the surf and the drumming dissipates, I too, take a moment of silence to contemplate the meaning of what happend out in that very same sea, not so very long ago.
In that spirit, II invite those of you who followed this essay from the beginning, to take a moment of silence as you contemplate this photo, imagining the sounds of the drums and crashing waves, and the vast tragedy that unfolded just out beyond the horizon.