We cats have never been to the National Museum of African-American History and Culture. Know why? Because we couldn't get in.
Even though we are Charter Members, there was no way we would have been able to fight the crowds that descended on the museum after its opening last fall. And now that we've moved to Upstate New York, hours of travel would be involved. So we're thinking that maybe we'll visit sometime during the sixth of our nine lives.
But our physical presence apparently doesn't matter, because the museum is going gangbusters. One year into its existence, it's rearranging tourists' schedules and resetting the pace of life on the Mall. Finally, finally, there's official space dedicated to people whose backbreaking work helped build this country, but whose contributions were not only unacknowledged but dismissed, diminished and marginalized. And now it's the "Hamilton" of museum tickets.
We cats love this. Particularly since racists and Nazis are having the time of their lives in the first year of the Trump Administration. How amazing, then, that a Smithsonian museum dedicated to the history of people the haters despise is ascendant at the same time.
"There is an energy along 14th Street and Constitution Avenue NW that feels new, and welcome, in the city," said The Washington Post. We cats agree. And we PURR.
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