Bristol impressions
I've been out in Bristol for the best part of a week (first for work, and then for a brief city break.)
It's a city of street art, hills, dodgy pavements, and gulls (oh god, the gulls)—plus an increasing, uneasy awareness of its own history in the slave trade. Infamous slaver Edward Colston's plinth still stands empty in the Centre (good riddance to his statue, and not before time), but his name is still everywhere.
In visiting a sum total of one museum and one cathedral, we saw more interpretation boards indicating "this building/monument/statue was funded by and glorifies slavery" than we think we've ever seen in London. One display in the cathedral, erected in honour of John Isaac (enslaved by Thomas Daniels, commemorated by a window) notes that the failure to atone for the wickedness of the slave trade is a "stain on modern Britain." I don't know if this is because Bristolians have more of an appetite for an historical reckoning, or if it's simply the Colston Effect in play. (Or maybe vested interests in museums in London getting in the way, as happened for years with the Colston statue before locals took matters into their own hands.) In any case, more of this, please, and fewer street names venerating slavers.