Even though I never really bought the whole, "This? This nationalist pride celebration is merely a coincidentally loud-as-hell attempt to preserve our culture in a ritual which happens to be most conveniently celebrated in the middle of everyone else's Sunday morning..."
If I were from that part of town, and had to watch the tourists stop to read the signs displaying stories of African-Americans Who Did Important Things all day, I'm sure I would have attempted to get something much worse past city noise ordinances.
I do, however, kind of hate the people who go to the drum circle to display their own free spiritedness and reverence for Mother Africa. The skinny white girl who always has to do some stupid skinny white girl dance with batons which I'll bet she bought on e-bay for this VERY PURPOSE. The tourists trying to figure out whether vaguely bobbing the head shows enough respect, or if they should also, like, sway a little to prove how much they truly enjoy black people being loud.
And, of course, the self-appointed local historians who read the sign and now have to tell everyone already standing right there in the damn park fifty feet away from said sign, "This place is a cultural treasure, we're lucky it survived," when the subtext is, "From that one time when the black people got mad and burned shit..."