I looked for a witness of the slavery and the only one I was able to find is the sand of Goree Island.
Although the history there, is still alive but distorted and not conveyed in with its real meaning.
The sand, as everlasting material, has known how to keep the pain and bear the humiliation next to the sea; the sea which has erased tears, but not beeing able to prevent, has let slide its sailboats carrying its sons towards new horizons.
This sand there, to suffer and shed tears and sweats again and again.
Although the glass comes from the sand, shaped by fire, sand becomes glass and the “transparency” of slavery must be relayed by the sand on the glass….
Bassirou Sidy N’Diaye
April 2003