Google “Africans dead at sea” and the thousands of links that pop up have nothing to do with the 2 million Africans that died during the middle passage. It’s Africans dead at sea now. Not forced onto ships but forced out to sea, locked out of the countries whose wealth was built on the backs of their ancestors.

I read this earlier today. Descendants of slaves in Tobago discovering dead Africans that had drifted across the Atlantic in a failed attempt to get to Europe. It is difficult to read. Nearly two years of dedicated, important reporting went into it.

I read it. Felt hopeless (still feel hopeless). Wrote a letter to the EU using an online form that was the equivalent of screaming into the wind. Gave a bit of money to Caminando Fronteras (the migrants rights organization referenced in the article) and l’Association Malienne des Expulsés (a friend works with this Bamako based organization that helps migrants who have been deported).

I don’t have much more to say. There is a reason why I can write something every day about birds and bad haircuts but right now I am just staring at the screen. Time for you to go elsewhere. Go read the article.