09 September . Music in the Air

I began my Saturday, 9 Sepotember 2006, photojournal at the 21st Annual NCNW Black Family Reunion Celebration on the National Mall. With plans of ending the day at the Atlantic Stampede Rodeo, I then headed out to the 16th Annual Rosslyn Jazz Festival. My second trip to Rosslyn, for a music festival, in as many weeks. So impressed with the music ... in the air I never made it to the Gay Rodeo but instead remained at the 16-RJF until late in the afternoon. Which was when the batteries for my cameras expired.

07 September . Immigrant Rights Day

'We Are America' Demo
Rally & March
WDC . 7 September 2006
EXB Protest Photography

04 September . Not a racial thing ...?

My first visit to Georgetown was in October 1972 when as a senior and Class or Student Council President at Great Mill High School in Southern Maryland that I began spending weekends in Riverdale MD with friends, Tom Wiley, Tom Ocfemia and Allen Aud who attended the University of Maryland in College Park. On Friday nights, after visiting the gay bars on 9th Street in downtown DC, we'd drive down to Georgetown and cruise M Street, Wisconsin Avenue and Dumbarton Oaks.

We sometimes returned to Georgetown on Saturday afternoon for brunch at the Georgetown Grill or Mr. Henry's. And, of course, for more cruising along M Street and Wisconsin Avenue. And after dancing at the Pier Nine on Saturday night it was not uncommon for us to revisit Dumbarton Oaks before returning to Tom's apartment in Riverdale. Only to return to Georgetown on Sunday afternoon f0r brunch and more cruising.

By the time that I moved to College Park in the fall of 1973 to attend the University of Maryland as a freshman, if my memory serves me correctly, Tom and Allen were sharing an apartment in Rosslyn VA with a Navy man named Rodey. Though I had little time for partying since I attended school full-time and worked part-time I kept in touch with the group which by then included Tom Wiley, Tom Ocfemia, Allen Aud, Bill Cole and Rowdy. And sometimes met up with them at the Pier Nine or Lost and Found. Or visited with them at their apartment in Rosslyn. With the exception of Tom Ocfemia who was Filopena important differentiations between myself and others in the group was not only the the fact that they were white but also that they were from wealthy families. And, as such, they often received financial support from their families and were able to do things that I simply could not.

With that having been said I never, at the time, ever felt that I was less than any of them. Nor did they ever disrepect or treat me any different for being black. And, yet, it certainly was not difficult for them to witness the racism that I experienced from others when they and I traveled or went places together.

I can still remember, in October of 1973, when Fred Allentoff introduced me to Frank Gramarossa just outside of my dorm room at Easton Hall. Instantly, Frank and I became best friends. Soon thereafter, I introduced Frank to the Pier Nine, the Lost and Found and Georgetown. And he introduced me to Delta Tau Delta, which at the time he was pledging.

From the very beginning, Frank, was very much affected by the racism that, in sharp contrast to his experience, I confronted. Not only at the places that we visited together many which I introduced him to but also in the relationships that others had with me. Which, and with the exception of Frank most have proven to have been 'a racial thing'.

Though I had introduced Frank to the clubs in SE and SW ... and in sharp to contrast to his experience .... there were times that, even with two IDs, I was not permitted in.

A few months later on a Saturday or Sunday afternnon, in the spring of 1974, I gave Frank a tour of Georgetown Dumbarton Oaks. When we returned to the University of Maryland for our sophomore year, in the fall of 1974, I returned with my first car, a 1968 VW bug.

Though I was not into any of the partying that Frank and our other Delts engaged in since I had a car I sometimes drove down to the Pier Nine on Saturday nights. Or the Lost and Found on Sunday evenings, for tea dance. And, of course, Frank joined me. Before long, Mark Moylette and Jimmy Jenkins from the Delt house would join us. As would Lori, a young woman and professional jazz dancer whose father was a dance instructor at University of Maryland.

Not every weekend. But many weekends. By the spring of 1975 the word had gotten around that the Pier Nine was the place to be. Not only for gays but straights as well. So, it was not uncommon for Frank, Mark, Jimmy, Lori and I to run into some of our straight friends and fraternity brothers at the Pier Nine. And as popular as the place had become and though I had been a frequent customer since the fall of 1972 on the drive down to SE and SW the group's concern always was "Will Elvert be able to get in?".

After dancing at the Pier Nine we sometimes drove to Georgetown and cruised the streets or Dumbarton Oaks before returning back to College Park. Which was of less importance to me than to my group of friends. Since she had her own car, once Lori became a member of the group, it took the pressure off me to escort the group down to the clubs, where I may not be able to get in.

As a black male, "It's has always been about race!".

So when I heard news that during a July 2006 community meeting, in Georgetown, with concerned citizens pertaining to the murder of British political activist Alan Senitt that Acting D.C. Police Second District Cmdr. Andy Solberg had said "I would think that at 2 a.m. on the streets of Georgetown, a group of three people, one of whom is 15-years-old, one of whom is a bald chunky fat guy, are going to stand out. They were black. This is not a racial thing to say that black people are unusual in Georgetown. This is a fact of life." I could not help but reflect on my own experiences, over the years, as a black male when I had visited Georgetown.

My first visit to Georgetown was in the fall of 1972. And, for the most part, the people with whom I have associated, in Georgetown, were white. And though they and I attended the same universities, frequented the same clubs, worked with the caterers and sometimes engaged in sexual relations in each others homes ... our experiences have not ever been the same.

In connection with my Georgetown Windows Project the above picture was taken on Labor Day Monday, 4 September 2006 in memory of Eason Simmons in a similar way as, moments earlier, I would photograph the windows of Clydes. Eason Simmons, who was a close friend of Frank managed Bistro Francais and then Clydes before he operated Herb's on P Street and then Herb's at Rhode Island Avenue and 17th Street.

He, Frank, Rae Ann, Inny and I attended many a concert together, including Patti LaBelle, Melba Moore and Phyllis Hyman. In celebration of Eason's birthday as well as his blue eyes, on one occasion, the group of us after hosting an MDA punch party at Frank and Steve's apartment on Capitol Hill, and all dressed in blue tuxedos we'd hop into a rented blue limosene which chaufer us to Melba Moore Concert at the Warner Theater. And, later that night, we'd walk the streets of Georgetown and through Dumbarton Oaks, all tooted up.

On Monday, 4 September 2006, I'd began my Labor Day 2006 photowalk at the entrance of the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Rosslyn VA. Walk across the bridge to M Street and then along M Street, pass Wisconsin Avenue reflecting on almost 35 years.

Unfortunately, for me, it was often 'a racial thing.' Not from my perspective nor on my part. But, in the way that others reacted to me. As was the case, on Labor Day Monday, 4 September, when taking pictures of Key Bridge and Georgetown I wondering if the police would stop me as had the police, on Capitol Hill, on Labor Day Sunday 2004.

For me, a black man, it has always been "a racial thing!"

03 September ... from a distance ...

This picture was taken sometime after 8:30 pm on Labor Day Sunday, 3 September 2006 at the Reflecting Pool west of the US Capitol. In the beginning, it was not uncommon for me to spend Labor Day Sunday from late afternoon through early evening on the West Lawn meandering through and photographing the crowd in anticipation of and in close proximity to where the National Symphony Orchestra would perform beginning at around 8 PM. In a similar way as it had also been my ritual to photograph at the West Lawn on the late afternoon and early evenings of the Memorial Day and Independence Day Concerts at the US Capitol.

However, as the years would pass, it has become increasingly difficult and, quite frankly, unsafe for me to deal with the racism that I would experience. Which I often speak of in my writings.

And not unlike when documenting anti-war protests that I, literally, will 'march with the crowd' or when capturing Race for the Cure that I will 'run with the crowd' or in the case of Drum Circles in Malcolm X Park that I may 'dance with the crowd' it was also my practice, in the early years, to 'emerce myself with the crowd' on the West Lawn. However, and as a direct result of the racism that I would encounter, in recent years, it has been a very natural progression and safe reaction, on my part, for me "... to keep my distance from the crowd ...!" .

Not from out of fear nor some sort of phobia because, quite frankly, I fear no one. Nor anything. And, as a black man, "I ain't got no time for somebody elses rationalized phobias or faked amnesia ... about black men!". Nor racism! Simply put, "... I, now, keep my distance ..." because in the past, "... it has been my experience, as a black man, ..." that when white folks come around me "... there has always been 'some God damn problem'!" that will never go away!

Problems that simply would not exist nor could not ever be if the manifestations had not been created, manufactured, manipulated and orchestrated by those who benefit from them.

So, rather than waste my time or expend any amount of my energy assimilating, integrating and associating amongst crowds or with individuals that do not respect me while benefiting from the isolation, segregation and negation of me, yet, overseeing, policing and watching black men, as a wiser but older and more mature affected black man , 'I'll keep my distance ...!"

I'd begin my 3 September 2006 Photo Walk by returning to Eastern Market hoping to purchase an "Uppity Negro" t-shirt and to drop off some photos to two exhibitors that I had photographed the week before. While I did drop the photos I did not find Andrea Carter, owner of Uppity Negro and would then head downtown, by subway, where after first photographing the skateboarders in Freedom Plaza I walked north up 15th Street thru Scott Circle to P Street in Logan Circle and then back downtown, via 14th Street to F Street. And then across F to 7th Street at wich point I'd proceed south thru Penn Quarter to the National Mall. Where standing in front of the Reflecting Pool at the National Mall East I'd capture the final minutes of the National Symphony Orchestra Labor Day Concert on the West Lawn of the US Capitol ...

And as I'd walk away, en route to my apartment in SW WDC, I remembered Helen Anthony which this blog is a tribute to.

Labor Day Weekend marks the end of summer and the official start of fall. And since, historically, it has been in the fall of the year, that other peoples' patterns and progressions of a contrived insanity will be attached to me, it is to best interest "... to keep my distance ...!".

02 September . Rhythmically Speaking

Having heard the weather forecast on Friday night which predicted that the residual effects of Hurricane Ernesto would have passed through the downtown area of Washington DC by Saturday noon and knowing that I wanted to get out side to take some Labor Day Weekend 2006 photos I'd begin my Saturday Labor Day photo project with a series of Shock vs Awe - Naked Truth self-portraits. Weighing heavy on my mind were my experiences from past Labor Days which my Shock vs Awe series sheds light on.

As a documentary photographer my body of work not only documents the times but also attempts to record and tell my story. This new blog, In the Fall of the Year 2006 is a new approach and a gradual progression of my attempt to maintain a means by which I and others will always have easy access to my body of work. In the past, I've attempted to maintain an ongoing archives which is not all that easy when when considering the amount of photography that I do. This blog will attempt to kill several birds with one stone.

And while I would undertake several distinct photo projects on Labor Day Saturday 2006 the above photo will link to all photos that I took on 2 September 2006.

Why Rhythmically Speaking?

I'd begin this blog on 1 September with excerpts from my 1996 "In the Fall of the Year" poem that speaks of rhythmically speaking which sheds light on my ability to 'feel things' on a spirtual level. On Saturday morning, 2 September, waiting for the rain to pass through, from out of the blue I had this strong urge to upload some photos that I took at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial on Friday, 26 May 2006 over Memorial Day - Rolling Thunder Weekend.

The pictures that I posted depicted a man that has striking similarites to Jim Moran which is what I would remember when taking the photos on that Friday evening in May. When posting the images this past Saturday I'd reflect on the fact that, in the past, when I have sometimes 'thought of Jim Moran' and on more than one occasion, within days, he and I would cross paths. It is not a feeling that I always get but whe nI get the feeling that I got Saturday morning, sledom does it not occur.

When I took the photos at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial on 26 May though Moran came to mind I did not get the feeling that I got on Saturday, 2 September.

When I left my apartment on Saturday afternoon, it was still a bit cloudy and drizzling. For fear of getting caught in a rain storm I decided to go downtown and pick up some office supplies, including ink cartridges for my printer. On the way down and back from Staples at 19th and I Street I'd take photographs. Most of which will eventually be viewed visiting 02-September-2006. Before leaving my apartment I printed out information pertaining to two events that were of interest to me. But, depending on the weather, I would or would not attend.

The first which featured djs was HOUSE MUSIC IN THE PARK at Arlington Gateway wouldtake place from 12 noon to 9 PM at 1300 Lee Highway. I'm a bick fan of DJs and house music so this was my preference. The second option was the Planet Arlington World Music Festival 2006 event at the Iwo Jima Grounds, from 4 to 9 pm. Which was most closer and, certainly, was of interest but reflecting on my experiences on Labor Day Weekend 2003 when I attempted to document the Victims of 911 Walkj of Resilience I had second and third thoughts about attending.

I almost did not make it back home from Staples before another rain pattern would pass through. Once I got home, perhaps, at round 3:30 or so I was content on staying home since it appeared that the residual affects of Ernesto had not pass through as quickly as had been predicted.

Contemplating heading to Safeway to pick up a few things, I'd look out of my window at around 6:15 PM. The sun was out! I'd grab my camera gear and run to the subway with plans of attending the HOUSE MUSIC FESTIVAL. However, while waiting for the subway on the platform at the Waterfront Station I'd try telephone metro information to determine which subway station was nearest to 1400 Lee Highway. The telpehone operator would respond "East Falls Church." When I'd ask how far from the East Falls Church Station was 1300 Lee Highway, she said "... at least, a mile ...".

It was then that I would decide to head out to the Planet Arlington World Music Festival at the Iwo Jima Grounds. I'd take the subway to Rosslyn and board a special green Arlington Arts bus which would take me and others to Iwo Jima. As I walked through the park I'd remember Labor Day Sunday 2003 when I was told when attempting to photograph the Walk of Resilience that the black woman and event organizer said to me "... you're not welcomed ...".

It took some resilience for me, a black man, to return to Iwo Jima Grounds 3 years later to photograph the World Music Festival which, according to its website "... celebrates the communities diversity ...!". A phrase that I always find in sharp contrast to the manners by which I am treated, as black male. As had been my experience when visiting the Iwo Jima Grounds on Labor Day Sunday 2003. And as would be the case when attempting to photograph Barracks Row on Capitol Hill on Labor Day Sunday 2004 when I would be detained at the Navy Yard Detention Center.

Shock vs Awe brings attention to the fact that when people see me photographing the way that I do and with such passion and power, while they are in awe of me, their first, second and last reaction is to negate me. And my photography. As was the case on 4 July 2005 and 4 july 2006 that two different white men who were visiting WDC over the holdiay each would threaten to 'call the police' when I objected to the manner by which they were attempting to provoke me, in confrontation. There attempt was in reaction to my photography.

Imagine what I would go through, over Labor Day of 4 July weekends if I did what my white counter does. And when I say counter part I mean white lovers, white friends and white colleaques.

I'd arrive at Iwo Jima shortly after 8 PM during which time Eileen Ivers and Immigrant Soul were performing. Which, having enjoyed, I will bring attetntion in a seperate posting at my FREEDOM blog. Between sessions when the stage crew prepared for the final and main act, Oliver Mtukudzi & Blackbirds, the organizers would take some time to thank the crowd for their support. And before bringing him to the podium I'd observe Jim Moran in the background. It was then that I knew that everything that had occured throughout the course of the day head lead me to that very moment, in time, when Jim Moran and I would, cross paths.

Rhythmically speaking!

01 September . Breakfast (not at Tiffany's)

Labor Day Weekend represents the end of summer and the beginning of fall. In celebration of the upcoming 'change of seasons' on the morning of 1 September 2006 I'd ... pause for just a bit ... and fix myself breakfast. Which is something that I may or may not will do in the morning, but, in this case, was a prepreditated act on my part ... so as to realign myself with my own rhythms, astrologically speaking!

10 Years Ago Today (Fall of the Year 1996)

Periodically, and often,

with the change of the seasons
but, not necessarily so
I, purposely, will adjust my focus

and, if necessary, shift the scene!
As well as, modify those whom I associate with.

So as to realign myself

with the positive rhythms of life.

Therefore, it was at the turn of the seasons

on 22 September 1996
and when summer metamorphorsed into autumn
that I shfted my foci, decidely.

So as to affect/effect change!

And ...

not from out of some sort of mysticism
... but,

by being in touch with my own reality!

And then on the fifth of October 1996
which was the date of my birth, at its 43rd turn/year
I, consciencely, paused for ... just a bit ...

or, perhaps, for a moment or two.

So as to re-connect with my own rhythms,
astrologically speaking ...

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an excerpt from the poem and 1996 Fall Ad Campaign

In The Fall of The Year 1996

by

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