I had never been to the American south. We drive up from Mexico, through Texas, and as we enter Louisiana the desert views begin to change to forests dripping with Spanish moss. We pass over long, boggy bodies of water and find the Mississippi River, following it slowly south. Everything feels slow and soft. The Nottoway Plantation sits right on the river. It is large and imposing sitting on acres of manicured lawn.
This was my home for a few hours while I learned more about a nations conflict.