This is a beautiful, sad article giving the firsthand account of a white woman moving into, through, and eventually out of a tight-knit Caribbean neighborhood in New York, and the consequences of gentrification represented by her presence. Her reverence and self-awareness are touching, even as she realizes how much she really doesn’t know, and maybe never will.
The souls of places are not so quiet as the ones we drown out too easily in our comfortable white neighborhoods, perhaps, but do we speak their language? What the spirits have to teach us isn’t just about mysterious phenomena and interesting, exotic people who might show us something dramatic we can talk about when we get home, it’s about really listening to people, about looking at what’s around us for what it is, about questioning ourselves.
Pay attention. Keep moving.