Monday, January 15, 2018
Following Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in Bimini
By Alexander Britell
There is a calm on these mystical waters, blue, silent. Somewhere among the mangroves there is a sanctuary.
Ansil slowly drives the flats boat, the one he built with his own hands, negotiating the green, taking us on a watery path only he knows until he stops to peer at the sky.
In the mangroves, rushing water turns to pond-like stasis; it is a curious sensation, to be in the middle of the ocean and be totally still, the sort of place where silence itself comes to find silence.
The engine turns on again and we move forward, surging through the worn-out canopy of the mangroves until we reach it.
Here, shielded by this peculiar coastal forest, is where he went. Read more >>