I Went to the University of Virginia. We Don’t Need Statues to Remember our History

I remember the day I saw the plaque. I was walking back to my dorm late one night during my second year at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville. Slightly hidden among the pathway was a sign that indicated I was standing on a slave cemetery. I turned to my friends and said “Oh my God, y’all. We are sleeping on the bodies of slaves.”

This article was originally published in Glamour.