So my part of the exhibition Margot and I are calling “If” has been done: I provided the words, most of them. But not all. If you come to the exhibition, you may, if you look hard enough, find words written or composed not just by me but by any one of our family, the living or the dead. We are re-assembling the elements of a house that was taken from us, and fighting that addiction to destruction that we Bahamians have begun practising daily.
Margot’s part is construction. And here is where the two parts meet: we get to write my words on her walls. This is what we did today, with a little help from the next generation: thanks, Christi!