The lawn was a rich green. As many as 500 graves were lined an inch apart, each adorned with a bronze vase full of flowers. “This is one of the few cemeteries in Charleston that isn’t underneath a church parking lot, or squashed between bed and breakfasts and museums,” the tour guide said.
“So where are the slaves whose lashed backs this city was built on?” a man asked. He wore a solid black t-shirt. On the front were the words, “Black Lives Matter.”
“Well… It’s been moved… to account for the expansion of this… graveyard, but…” The tour guide pointed toward the far edge of the cemetery where shrubs and weeds were overgrown, and dead tree limbs hung over faded, forgotten names etched into tombstones stacked nearly on top of each other. “As was customary in the South… graveyards were… segregated.”
“How could anyone call that resting in peace?” the man asked, but half of the group had already started back for the bus, not wanting Charleston’s racial history to ruin their vacation.
word count: 174
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