Windsor Ruins — Attraction in Natchez

This is one of the most beautiful places to just sit in the silence of the whistling wind, and take in all of the beauty surrounding you. The day we visited, the only persons there, were two state police officers. They were there to make sure the ruins are not disturbed. An officer told us that someone had cut through the fence a few weeks earlier, and tried to knock over one of the columns. The other officer said they were going to be installing hidden cameras. I think that's a wonderful idea. The thoughts of someone ruining this beautiful place just infuriates me. This is history! It should be protected! We stayed for about 45 minutes. I just really wanted to take in all of the beauty. At one point I closed my eyes and I imagined what this beautiful place was like back in the day. Children laughing, beautiful decorations at Christmas time, the smell of fresh apple pie sitting on the...

Very cool place to visit if you are in the area. I would recommend reading about it before you go so you can get the full experience of the site of the columns. The history leading up to what it is now is pretty interesting. When I visited, the road leading to the ruins was closed for construction. I had to take a 30 minute detour to come in the back way. When I got there, there was only two other women visiting. So, I would not say you will have to worry about a crowd. It is pretty much a drive up and look/take pictures thing. There is a fence around the columns because people keeps stealing the bricks. When I was there, someone had broken down a part of the fence to get into the ruins. On another note, one of the ladies showed me a print out of a mansion in Texas that was molded after the Windsor. Pretty cool. I would...

The Windsor Ruins don’t whisper history—they scream it. A decaying monument to the slavery era, these skeletal remains of Southern grandeur are less a marvel and more a grotesque reminder of how entire architectural dreams were propped up by the backs of enslaved people. Slave owners once boasted about their opulent structures, lavishing in luxury made possible only through stolen labor. But when slaves weren’t available and the free labor dried up. Suddenly, those “amazing” estates couldn’t even get a patch job. The grandeur crumbled—because without exploitation, there was no legacy to sustain. Call it haunting if you will, but let’s not romanticize what was, at its core, built on human suffering. It’s not just a ruin; it’s a rotting symbol of greed, oppression, and the fragility of...