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Hollywood actress and wife of Michael Jai White, Gillian Iliana White has shared her unforgettable memories of her visit to Ghana especially the Cape Coast Castle “Slave dungeon” where the slaves were being kept and transported to the West Indies.

Gillian disclosed she fall into tears after being told and imagining the torture and inhumane treatment slaves went through before being shipped to the Americas.

The wife of the Hollywood kickboxer stated that her visit into the dungeon worsen the situation for her as she could feel the walls where the holes still remained that held the shackles bringing a mixture of tears, anger, and sadness.

She wrote: “I took it all in…the smell of the dungeons…the stains of blood and sickness forever engraved into the stone floors…I felt the walls where the holes still remained that held the shackles…closing my eyes, my mind could hear the cries and wails of mothers and children, elders and men….and I broke. A mixture of tears of anger and sadness ran hot and fast down my face and I ached inside for the souls of all that were taken from their Motherland.”


The American actress gave a blow by blow account of her emotional moment at the Castle to her social media followers.

Read her full story below…
“I couldn’t post this for awhile…I think because, emotionally, it broke my heart and the pain I felt for my ancestors was real…so real….and it took time for me to truly process this entire experience. Sitting on the edge of the castle, looking out at this magnificent sea was breathtaking but at the same time extremely heartbreaking because I knew this same magnificent sea carried boats of my ancestors who were shackled, tortured and stolen from their land to be sold as slaves in America.

We were led down into the dungeons where they were held…it was stifling, unbearably hot and dark with only a tiny window with a sliver of light coming through…hundreds were forced in here like cattle…many died and the others who survived were kept among the dead sometimes for months until it was time for them to be taken away. I took it all in…the smell of the dungeons…the stains of blood and sickness forever engraved into the stone floors…I felt the walls where the holes still remained that held the shackles…closing my eyes, my mind could hear the cries and wails of mothers and children, elders and men….and I broke. A mixture of tears of anger and sadness ran hot and fast down my face and I ached inside for the souls of all that were taken from their Motherland. I can’t even explain how seeing my two daughters in tears, embrace and hold each other once we came out made me feel…it completely overwhelmed me. To learn about the transatlantic slave trade in grade school, to watch documentaries on it in high school, to imagine it as I read about it in books in college could NEVER amount to the real lessons I learned actually being there…and I’m so glad our daughters got a chance to truly understand and feel the enormity of the African slave trade…something they never would have learned simply in a 2 page basic summary in a school history book.

They took us away to never return, but we did…we did