Where they had an exhibit with shoes and approximately 12 minute recordings from the life of each person who generously donated their shoes for the exhibit, A Mile in My Shoes.
Maya was raised by family friends who kept her in contact with her indigenous family. She shared how her mother and aunt taught her customs and language. But, they did not share their testimonies that they gave in front of governmental panels about their experiences with mistreatment from white people. Those experiences were too painful.
Another part of the museum looking in on alleys and the items often found in these forgotten urban areas.
Broken items, graffiti, rats, trash and other things.
Below is the description placard.
Just a couple of pictures from different subway stations
We had lunch at a basement food hall under the museum. Sorry, it's a very blurry photo but there were numerous eateries and we ended up getting a gyro and a vegetarian? sandwich (it's the one with the carrot shavings-third from the left) and split the two sandwiches along with the fresh lemonade that my hostess bought and shared via the water bottle we had brought along. I had a water bottle too and lost it. Luckily it had fallen out in the car so it was found in the end.
