Massasoit statue perched overlooking Plymouth Rock and Cape Cod Bay at sunset today. Last year I stood looking up at this statue, for the first time, in awe and despair. I have this thing with iconography and symbols of history and religion — old church steeples, the American flag, and statues, to name a few. I’ve come to believe this is because as a black woman in America, I am simultaneously home and a castaway. There is so much beauty here; there is so much blood here.