Grief for a House. Silence for the Enslaved.

When a plantation burned, media mourned a wedding venue. But Black voices named the truth: it was always a graveyard.

I have a scan of social media that I do too many times in a given day. It was one of those moments, and I opened Threads to see post after post by various Black creators talking about a plantation fire in Louisiana. I started writing this post a week before my son’s weeklong graduation festivities. A week of celebrating, and a week when grandparents cam…