(long text warning) Two sheets of cursive brush calligraphy in metallic ink reading: What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy—a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, AT THIS VERY HOUR. Frederick Douglass 1852

A woman in full hijab on the side of the road, standing next to her motorbike, one hand on the saddle, facing the camera. Palm trees peek out over a wall with blue Islamic calligraphy in the background.