It could be compared to becoming bi-lingual: translating in real time the visual language of a world encoded in whitewash back into the language of truth that lies beneath. I live at the iron forges where people were enslaved, just across the river from people enslaved on a tobacco plantation. Tomorrow morning I will arrive at my office where the enslaved once labored on the Canton Plantation.
As I continue to spend more time communing with some of the historical artifacts they give up more and more of their secrets, like this iron bar protruding from a puddling furnace on the Gunpowder. Every detail is a new nuance we have now learned to interpret.