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Briggs points out a number of inconsistencies obvious to the tourist. Sort of white-washing the past he writes. He reminds us that we are inside a building which for a time stood at the heart of the greatest involuntary diaspora in human history. That is quite a statement, if you compare this with the forced exile of millions in the Former Soviet Union. One of every six enslaved African passed through this castle. The coast for 80 klm in each direction is dotted with dozens of other fortified holding pens. (Castles!?!) The Castle museum is, again, sobering. But, standing in the slave dungeons you begin to understand the diabolical meaning of the Castle. All the dungeons lead down an inclined passageway that ends at a door opening on the beach. Here the large canoes waited to take the people away, through the surf, to the merchants waiting on their ships. The exit has a sign over it:
Door of No Return
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