Whitney Plantation
@whitneyplantation.org
Whitney Plantation educates the public about the history & legacies of slavery in the U.S. through exhibits, tours, and conversations with our staff.
“They took our air. They took our land. They’ve taken our water. We can’t worship in the river.”
Extractivism, from Jazmin Miller & Anya Groner uses digital recordings of Jonestown descendants to showcase how families have lived in #CancerAlley since the era of slavery.
Free & open to the public.
Extractivism, from Jazmin Miller & Anya Groner uses digital recordings of Jonestown descendants to showcase how families have lived in #CancerAlley since the era of slavery.
Free & open to the public.
July 23, 2025 at 11:45 PM
“They took our air. They took our land. They’ve taken our water. We can’t worship in the river.”
Extractivism, from Jazmin Miller & Anya Groner uses digital recordings of Jonestown descendants to showcase how families have lived in #CancerAlley since the era of slavery.
Free & open to the public.
Extractivism, from Jazmin Miller & Anya Groner uses digital recordings of Jonestown descendants to showcase how families have lived in #CancerAlley since the era of slavery.
Free & open to the public.
“The sun was already heavy.
The air, unmoving.
These are the paths they walked—
bare feet on packed earth,
hands calloused by fields that never rested.
The land still holds their footsteps.
The trees remember.
And so must we.”
Words and video by Fernanda Zamera.
The air, unmoving.
These are the paths they walked—
bare feet on packed earth,
hands calloused by fields that never rested.
The land still holds their footsteps.
The trees remember.
And so must we.”
Words and video by Fernanda Zamera.
July 2, 2025 at 8:30 PM
“The sun was already heavy.
The air, unmoving.
These are the paths they walked—
bare feet on packed earth,
hands calloused by fields that never rested.
The land still holds their footsteps.
The trees remember.
And so must we.”
Words and video by Fernanda Zamera.
The air, unmoving.
These are the paths they walked—
bare feet on packed earth,
hands calloused by fields that never rested.
The land still holds their footsteps.
The trees remember.
And so must we.”
Words and video by Fernanda Zamera.