Today was my breaking point. I broke down crying in the middle of the National Civil Rights Museum at the Lorraine Motel where, Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. Everything that I saw and heard on this trip like museums, exhibits, and activists got to me. Today, I also better understood my identity. In the National Civil Rights Museum today, I saw that blacks were from the Caribbean also. Since I'm also from the Dominican Republic, I realized that I am black too. We're all black. Our ancestors are black. I am very appreciative of this trip and I am going to take this experience with me for the rest of my life. Thank you.
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