I live in Charleston, South Carolina. So many African Americans
can trace their roots back to this city. It was one of the biggest ports where Africans were brought
during the slave trade. But even when they were forced
to live in America… Some Africans were able
to hold on to their traditions. My nana and my auntie
taught me how to drum. My grandmother teaches me
how to sow sweet grass blankets. Living here
and keeping this traditions alive, I can weave the past together
with the future. – Our places.
– Our history. Before slavery ended it was illegal
for African Americans to go to school. The Avery Institute… Is one of the first schools every built
to teach African American kids. They didn’t even have
pencils or paper. – They had to use these.
– But no matter what they faced… They didn’t let it stop them. I wanna live up to that legacy. Standing here… Makes me realize the power that
we all have to change our lives. – I’m gonna get straight A’s this year.
– I’m definitely going to college. I wanna be a teacher. – Our places.
– Our history. – Candied yams.
– Fried Okra! Macaroni and cheese. I love soul food. This is Martha Lou’s kitchen. Right here in Charleston, South Carolina. I love the way you doing it, girl! They’ve been making soul food
for generations. You think of it as American food but a lot of the recipes
came all the way from Africa. Inside the Africans
worked on huge fields, like this one. They were the ones who taught Americans
how to grow and cook rice. Being here is even sweeter
because I know what it took to get here. – Our places.
– Our history.