Cape Coast castle was built by the British and from 1790 was one of the largest slave holding sites in the world, similar
in many dreadful ways to St George’s Castle at Elmina. The dungeons
were just as dark and airless and inadequate for the numbers entombed in them.
They are both painted white and shine beautifully in the sunshine under an
azure blue sky. All that didn’t feel right really.
When the guide opened the gate we found ourselves in the
middle of a thriving fishing community. Nets were being mended and boats
prepared for their next trip. A hive of activity in a newer more positive
world.
We visited this village, a second time for me, to see the
graves, the river and to imagine the horrors, including the noise of bellowing
slave drivers and clanking of heavy shackles. Richard showed us around. He
claimed his English was not good enough, but with constant encouragement he
succeeded in giving us detailed information in a way that demonstrated his deep
feelings about the injustice surrounding the treatment of his ancestors. We
learnt a lot and so did he. His confidence took a huge boost as did his pocket
in tips of reward.
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