In the 1970s, a black underwater treasure hunter named Moe Molinar discovered
a pile of 300-year-old iron shackles -- some fitted for the tiny wrists of children -- on the sea floor, while he was hunting for treasure off the coast of Florida, a discovery that set into motion a series of events, and ultimately my four-year quest to trace the ship's grim story.
It's February, Black History Month, and over the past few weeks I've spoken to some 1,500 middle school students from five states and different backgrounds about my new children's book about the discovery and exploration of a slave ship and why, as a journalist and author, I chose to write it as a book for younger audiences.
Conveying such a gruesome part of our collective history to young people is no easy task, but the young students before me at middle schools along the East Coast did not hesitate. They had so many questions.
"Were African slaves aboard the slave ship when it sank?" one fifth-grader asked.
"How did they get the shackles off the African people?" one curious sixth-grade student asked me.
More than 20,000 artifacts were recovered from the Henrietta Marie
shipwreck, including the largest collection of slave-ship shackles ever found on one site.
During my own journey, I followed every lead, desperate to learn more. I visited the foundry where the cannons on board the ship were made, tombs in England, slave ports on the shores of West Africa, dived in the waters of the ship's ports-of-call, and visited present-day Caribbean plantations.
I also read weathered slave ships' logs and was amazed that Africans were never, not once, referred to as humans. They were called "beasts," among other things. And on the swirling seafloor off Key West, Florida, I ran my hands through the sand and held the tiny glass trade beads used to barter for African people 300 years ago.
This book is being published at a time when race is at the forefront of American consciousness and race and slavery are making headlines. Yale University recently announced that it will rename one of its colleges
that pays tribute to John C. Calhoun, known to have been a former slave owner and devout white supremacist -- for a female computer science pioneer who earned graduate degrees from Yale before they admitted women as undergrads. And over the course of this Black History Month, our President has gone from referring to 19th-century abolitionist Frederick Douglass in the present tense to drawing criticism for asking a black reporter to arrange a meeting for him with the Congressional Black Caucus to visiting the National Museum of African American History and Culture
for the first time.
When I was a boy growing up in Detroit, my father would drop me off at the library and I would read books about the African slave trade. However, I couldn't know that decades later I would come head-on with my lineage underwater: As an African-American, diving on the slave ship wreck was something tangible; it was a watery force -- it was real. I could see it; I could touch it; I could feel it.
Sharing the story of the Henrietta Marie with so many children reminds me both that history is tangible and that kids understand that in a way many adults could learn from. My time with the kids at Roland Park was, for example, a sharp contrast with a Black History Month panel discussion I was part of years ago where I talked about my work on the shipwreck. After the remarks were over, an elderly white gentleman with a cane approached me with a scowl and said:
"How dare you, sir, suggest that my ancestors owned your ancestors. Why are you talking about slavery and digging up the past?" The answer from long ago winters remains the same today: Revisiting the Henrietta Marie, no matter how difficult, offers a bridge for cultural understanding.
Just ask the kids. They can take it.