Sunday, September 28, 2008

Belated thoughts on 9/11...

Yes, this post is somewhat late but this art project has been on my mind once again and I thought it was time to remind people that it existed and that it continues to serve an important purpose.

Shortly after the awful events of what some of us now simply call "That Tuesday," a small gallery on Prince Street in SoHo opened up its doors and began to invite ordinary New Yorkers to contribute their photographic memories of that day. What first began as a small community art project soon blossomed into an amazing historical document of one of the worst days in American history, a physical - and virtual - library of images captured by ordinary people on an extraordinary day.

The gallery space soon began to draw crowds and groups of people queued up for hours to get inside to look at the photos. It was almost as though it became a necessary pilgrimmage; to see what others had seen, to be able to compare the experiences of these strangers with the events that had shaken your own world, to compare, to confirm that yes - this thing really had happened.

And the mixture of the people who stood on line was just as amazing. German tourists standing next to dust-covered firefighters who were using their precious free time to witness this unusual grassroots outreach, before turning around and climbing back atop the pile of rubble twelve blocks to the south. Weary Red Cross workers on their way to pick up supplies. Groups of young children with their teachers. A band of Buddhist nuns who stood and prayed outside the gallery for hours. Actors. Stock-brokers. Janitors. Chefs. Homeless men and women. All standing together to witness one another's memories.

The exhibit ran through the beginning of 2002. The gallery began printing and selling the photos, donating all proceeds to the Children's Aid Society. By Christmas Eve, the gallery had sold more than 30,000 prints. A book was produced. Eventually a comprehensive website was created, where every photograph was archived and made available to the public. A video archive of oral histories joined the photographic archive online. The original exhibit toured the United States for nearly a year.

And it grew and grew and grew.

This project - called Here is New York: A Democracy of Photographs - is still available online in its entirety.

Go. Look. Witness. Remember.

It is raw.

It is unforgiving.

And it is, frankly, one of the greatest visual arguments against ever making war on other human beings that I have ever seen.


cindy said...

ah, i went to nyu for grad school and could always see the wtc framed in the arch of washington square park. i didn't know about this project and it gives me goosebumps and breaks my heart.

i'm reading le guin's lavinia and it is also about war--and its devastation.

thanks for this post, c.

Deaf Brown Trash Punk said...

9-11 was one of the worst periods in my life. I'm a Muslim and I used to wear hijab. I got so much racism and hatred from Americans, both white and black. It was sickening. I used to feel welcomed, I used to feel American and after 9-11, I no longer felt American and I was longer considered to be American. it's good to see that many people won't stoop down to racism, bigotry and hatred.

Kirsten said...

beautiful post. thank you.