Impromptu hula hoop party in Central Park!
Playing mind games at Ellis Island, because it’s just a bunch of black and white photos and placards jammed into an old building, yawn. Interestingly, though, I’m trying to grapple with how I felt about touring our monument to the American immigration phenomenon. On the one hand it’s humbling to preserve these records, but on the other hand, all of the descriptions and photography of “people processing” really lends itself to comparisons to the Holocaust. The exhibits need a re-working to avoid so literally referencing the worst people processing that has ever happened on this earth. It was really hard to feel happy and proud and American while I walked around looking at images of sad people in frayed clothing standing in endless lines for resolutions that might never come.
