On any given Saturday, the drums call you in.
You don’t need a flyer or a map — just follow the rhythm. Marcus Garvey Park isn’t just a park. It’s a sanctuary, a cipher, a classroom. It’s where elders teach us to listen, to play, to remember.
I once watched a boy stop mid-scooter ride, mesmerized by a circle of drummers. He stood still. Listened. Then moved his body in time. That moment was church.
When cities are loud, this park is a heartbeat. When you feel lost, this place helps you return. Every city has green space. Harlem gave us sacred ground.
