Dear Old Memphis, TN (Bathroom Shots)
Taken inside the mens’ bathroom of the National Civil Rights Museum, at Lorraine Motel.
Dear Old Memphis, TN (Silhouettes)
There are not many things more human than a well-executed silhouette.
Dear Old Memphis, TN (National Civil Rights Museum)
While in Memphis, I had the opportunity to visit the National Civil Rights Museum, which is housed at the former Lorraine Motel (the site where Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated). It was quite an experience, but one of the most memorable sights that day was happening right across the street from the museum.
Jacqueline Smith is a woman that has been protesting across from the National Civil Rights Museum for almost the past 23 years. She’s protesting what she claims to be the exploitation of MLK Jr. and the gentrification of the area surrounding the Civil Rights Museum. Once a permanent resident of the former Lorraine Motel, she was forcefully evicted when the motel began the process of becoming a museum. She was actually the last resident of the motel to be removed.
I noticed her protest booth on the way out of the museum, so I went up and took some pictures. I went home to do some research and was quite amazed to find that she’s been out there for up to 21 hours a day, non-stop for the last 23 years. Quite remarkable.
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It’s that time of the week again folks, the time of the week where I attempt to solicit your recommendations. If you like the photography and poetry (and other random things) that I post on here on a regular basis, it’d be wonderful if you could give me a recommendation or two (or three. or even four. the number of recommendations you give is really only limited by your benevolence). Recommendations in art and photography would be greatly appreciated.
Dear Old Memphis, TN (Beale Street)
Last month I had the splendid opportunity of visiting Memphis, TN, thanks to benevolent university. I got the chance to eat some authentic Memphis barbecue and visit Beale Street, which proved to be even more memorable than I anticipated.
It was a vividly alive strip of characters and local customs. I got the chance to speak to a young 9 or 10 year old boy who spends much of his free time traversing up and down Beale Street performing acrobatic trips, charming the tourists, and collecting money in a tin “Bud Light” bucket. It surprised me to see how young he was.
I even got to meet the “Godfather of the Blues”, Clyde Hopkins. Well into his 80s, he’s still ticking. He was selling autographed copies of one of his albums and shouting/talking/mumbling in a voice that ranged between charmingly incoherent and charmingly semi-coherent.
*Between the street musicians and adolescent street acrobats, the sensory overload that is Beale Street was quite an experience