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June 8, 2017

I was minding my own business, looking at the art, when a gray-haired stranger walked up to me. “Mark Twain actually spoke in this room,” she said, referring to the repurposed Sunday school auditorium at the Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, where W. David Hancock’s play “Master” was about to start.

“I wonder what he’d say about all this,” she continued. Now she pointed to the table of objects I was studying, some of which were purported to be relics of slavery. One, a horrific life-size sculpture called “Severed Black Hand,” was accompanied by a card describing it as the arm of one of the artist’s ancestors.

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