I sat in a room that told the story of Reconstruction and thought about what I could learn from this emotional response so well-cultivated by the museum. It's dangerous territory, this emotional learning thing. The museum trip can't even begin to evoke the experience of the enslaved, and I don't think that's what the Wright Museum was trying to do. It can, though, hit you in the gut, make you feel something, remind you that this isn't just about dates or numbers or names. This is a history that is in our DNA, a trauma that shapes our lives, whether we know it or not. Another visitor came in the room as I sat there. She asked if it was my first trip here—yep, and it was hers, too. What do you think? I asked. "I didn't know how cruel we could be to each other." I nodded, agreed, and we agreed we are grateful to have to learn this.