The Vatican Museum is both beautiful and absolutely heartbreaking.
Back in 2004, I visited the Vatican Museum. As an archaeology and art history student, I was suddenly surrounded every which way by the works of arts and the history I had studied. It’s beautiful. It’s educational. It’s highly uncomfortable as you walked among all of the priceless artefacts that have been stolen in the name of religion.
The museum contains one of the world’s largest collections of masterpieces of paintings, sculpture and other works of art collected by the popes through the centuries and by collected we mean stolen, pillaged, etc.
Museum curator: “These items aren’t for sale.”
Killmonger: “How do you think your ancestors got these? Did they pay a fair price, or did they take them, like they took everything else?”
As a Métis woman who has seen and felt the devastation of what men of the cloth can do when deciding to force religion upon the people, my heart broke as I thought of all the nations that were pillaged and all the people that lost their lives.