A Bronze Statue of My Ancestor: Reflections on Reparations

Twilight of the Idols In the town square of Salem Massachusetts stands a bronze statue of my ancestor, Roger Conant. An imposing, imperious white man – what statue in a Massachusetts town common is not of a white man? – Conant looks grimly out from beneath his tall pilgrim hat and his windblown cape. TheContinue reading “A Bronze Statue of My Ancestor: Reflections on Reparations”