Read the excerpt from "Elegy for the Native Guards.” The Daughters of the Confederacy has placed a plaque here, at the fort’s entrance— each Confederate soldier’s name raised hard in bronze; no names carved for the Native Guards— 2nd Regiment, Union men, black phalanx. What is monument to their legacy? All the grave markers, all the crude headstones— water-lost. Now fish dart among their bones, as we listen for what the saves intone. Only the fort remains, near forty feet high, round, unfinished, half open to the sky, The elements—wind, rain,—God's deliberate eye. What does this excerpt express about the struggle for equality?