Twenty community members seated in a circle of folding chairs at Emmett Reed Community Center. A mudcloth-wrapped centerpiece sits on the floor at the center of the circle. The group is intergenerational, including young people wearing Jaguars apparel, middle-aged neighbors, and elders. One participant sits with a walker at the outer edge.
The circle gathers at Emmett Reed Community Center, seated around a mudcloth altar holding a candle, stones, and a talking piece. Photo taken April 4, 2026.
Section I

The values we carried into the circle

Before we spoke, we named what we were bringing with us. The dispositions, commitments, and hopes that shaped how we would listen and be heard.

A close view of the circle's altar, covered in a black and white mudcloth printed with sun and geometric patterns. On top sit two smooth stones (one marked Freedom), a tall honey-colored candle, and what appears to be a rattle. On the wooden floor around the altar are scattered handwritten note cards and post-its, each bearing a single word or phrase: Joy, Insight, Respect, What NEXT, Authentic, 3rd generation resident, Visitor, Open minded, Presence, Positivity, Peace, Love, Trust, Humility, Gratitude, and many more.
The values and words named by each participant were written on cards and placed around the altar as the circle was held. Photo taken April 4, 2026.

Each voice in the opening round offered a word or phrase. Below, those words as they were written, on note cards and post-its, by the hands that spoke them.

Inclusivity
Confidentiality
Honesty
Open minds
Open-mindedness
Pride
I statements
Gratitude
Take care of self
Judgement-free
Respect
Empathy
Authenticity
What next?
Practice = perfect
Positivity
Trust
Peace
Love
Blessings
Gratefulness
Presence
Gentleness
Insight
Actively listen to understand
Joy
Desire to understand
No judgement
Listening
Retreat
Peace of mind
Understanding
Community first
Compassion
Humor
Flexibility
A shaky voice does not equal shaky communication.
Section II

Our relationship to Mt. Herman Cemetery

Who we are to this place, and who this place is to us.

The welcome table draped in green cloth. A framed sign reads 'In Sacred Memory of Those Laid to Rest at Mt. Herman.' Beside it sits a glass vase filled with white lilies and roses, votive candles, sign-in sheets, a printed historical document, a portrait illustration of a Black woman elder, and the original purple and gold Restorative Justice Circle invitation flyer.
The welcome table, set in sacred memory of those at rest at Mt. Herman.
A wide view of the community room before the circle begins. Participants stand in small groups, talking. One man wears a shirt reading 'PWRC: People Who Really Care' over a purple image. The room is bright with fluorescent lighting and has a polished wood floor.
Participants arrive and greet one another before the circle opens.

Going around the circle again, each person named their relationship to Mt. Herman, in their own words, on their own card.

My kids play there
Concerned citizen
Community partner
32209 revitalization project
Longevity
65-year resident of Durkeeville
History
I grew up here
I know the history
Is Hart Street Durkeeville?
New visitor
Durkeeville community
Community member
Work
Visitor
Third-generation resident
Historian and guardian
Researcher
Historian
Cemetery advocate
Visitor
My relationship is with the neighborhood
Durkeeville coming to Emmett Reed

Longer responses, spoken aloud

I grew up on Francis Street. I attended John E. Ford Elementary and played in the park that is actually the cemetery.
My fraternity were buried here, and I'd like to see that there is some change.
Preacher Leo Dawson. I used to come to the park to swim at Emmett Reed.
I'm Black. It was a Black cemetery, desecrated. My people, my ancestors, have been disregarded. We are their voices.
Meeting Ennis and experiencing his passion to preserve.
Section III

What harm occurred and occurs here

The question was open: what has been done to this place, and to the people whose histories rest in it?

Erasure of truth, story, and self

The truth was lost. The Black narrative has never been told. The truth is that we are amazing. We built despite devastation, and the intention was to wipe us out.
Lost our visible recognition of Black history in Jacksonville.
I had to become 40 to learn about our community. We don't want future generations to have to wait until adulthood to learn.
How can you have pride in your environment when you are severed from the truth?
We need our truth to mold our next generations.
I'm watching three generations of families having to start over. There is a lie put out so prevalent they began to believe it.
We were stripped of our truth, identity, wealth, stability, pride, purity, innocence. They stole our story.
When I lived on 9th Street I was taught to respect my area, respect community.
History lost. Lived in Jax since '95, learned so much over the last three years. Wealth of our talent has been lost.
Lost our culture, what we did as a culture. Lost it each time pieces of how we live are taken away. Where there were lines, gets lost. The culture gets lost.
Harm is injustice.
A candid moment during the gathering. Participants stand in clusters, talking and laughing. A woman in a brown sweater smiles warmly. One man wears a green Florida A&M School of Architecture shirt. Behind them, posters of Black historical figures including Shirley Chisholm are visible on the wall. The mudcloth-draped altar sits in the center of the floor.
Between rounds, participants gather in conversation. Portraits of Black historical figures watch from the walls.

The stories beneath the ground

Why does the education about African American start at the civil rights movement? There was so much before that. No one has been held accountable. Most of our young people don't know, can't be reached.
The stories are lost. A headstone or burial is a story. Persons once known.
1890s to 1911, many were buried here. There was one woman born in the 1790s who died at 100 years old here. She would have been a slave. Erasing that history.
Watch a soap opera and someone wakes up from amnesia, the continuous disenfranchisement. Asking generations to lose who they are. "Talking down to a Black person because one was a descendant of slavery, and hers was civil soldiers."
Access to information is power. Negatively impact ability and access to power.
Built environment influence on youth imagination, opportunities, and what they normalize.
Similar intention to erase with boarding school survivors' stories and their reverence for place and culture.

Personal encounters with the buried truth

I took a job cleaning the cemetery, starting reading the tombstones. If I wasn't in that position, I would never get to know.
I'm a descendant of human traffickers. The price of a slave was $250; they bought children at $200. I didn't know I had a connection to Jacksonville. Willis Willows, 99th Colored Infantry.
We went to see his grave because of the widening of the road. I understand. I wanted to put my hand on the headstone.
Came here to create a new social contract: build hospitals and institutions. Edward Waters College built a Masonic temple. The mindset was to build institutions.
Section IV

What repair could look like

Not a policy to be drafted, but a question the circle held together. The circle held complexity, acknowledging both joyful memories of this place and the bodies still beneath it.

Participants continue their conversation in small clusters across the wide community room. A man gestures thoughtfully while speaking, wearing a Florida A&M shirt. The mudcloth altar remains at the center of the space. Daylight streams through the back windows.
The conversation continues in smaller clusters, around and beyond the circle.

Holding the complexity

Dana left the skyline pin because Jax is made up of neighbors, but still one city.
We needed to understand that even with GPR, bodies are under the building and the parking lot, which are not included in GPR. How do we embrace the realities? We have enjoyed this space, this community center, and honor those that rest below. What does a memorial park look like? What do we do with the research of the bodies and graves that were desecrated, and yet many have childhood memories here? It's complex emotions. How do we tell the truth? I don't know yet.
We need to honor those that have given their lives and acknowledge so many regular people and celebrities trying to know their identity.

Documentation and storytelling

Repair begins with us. We need to continue the conversation in a publication, a podcast. We need to document, that way the information is accessible.
Repair doesn't mean to get rid of other people's history.
A place of gratefulness. Telling our stories, the good and the bad, with memories. Highlight the joy.
We made scraps into soul food. We need to listen to what everyone has to say.
We need our storytelling to be in tandem and in sync.

Markers, memorials, and place

Memorial wall, a couple of them, to symbolize name, date, photo if we can. Do not tear down this building.
A picture of what the cemetery used to be. Take some of the plaques. Mt. Herman Center was part of the cemetery. The parking lot was Mt. Herman. Raised plaque. Note the Coastline Railroad you'd have to cross to get to the playground. Remember by noting the plaque. Narrative, culture, neighborhood, what was happening. Cemetery. Durkeeville area that made way for the cemetery as well.
Plaques are important. Funeral rites, tradition, or a second line to celebrate the gathering. Something that is including people in the recognition.
These meetings have been here 50 years. Just found out there is a cemetery here.
Just because COJ is throwing money, there needs to be an acknowledgement.

Widening the circle

There are a lot of ways.
There are so many people. How can they contribute?
HOAs, neighborhood associations that we can reach. How: seniors, youth programs. Find ways to share voice.
Engaging other ways of learning and receiving information outside of reading. Those are ways of repair.