Speaking of the tv news, how bizarre was it to wake up early this morning in hopes of getting information on the nightmare in my beautiful state of Alabama only to find it sandwiched between bytes of the Royal Wedding? At first I was infuriated, cried, and threw a pillow. Then I paused. Went numb. Not all of the American public would see a deadly outbreak of tornadoes as a newsworthy priority compared to the weddings of royalty. We repeat this “prioritizing” everyday with revolution & violence in the Middle East & starvation in Africa. Even tonight I heard of people (actual Alabama residents) who were upset that the American Idol results show wouldn’t be broadcast at it’s usual time to make way for local news coverage as the death toll climbed over 200.
So at this point (around 30 hours later) I am emotionally exhausted, intellectually fried, fingers fatigued from texting & clicking the mouse, and bewildered that I can’t wrap my brain or heart around the magnitude of what occurred in Dixie. Per usual my mind goes to weird places. For a moment I caught myself pondering how many of my loved ones were seeking shelter in a basement/bathroom/pantry at the same time. Every area they lived in was effected and supposedly tornadoes just kept popping up all afternoon/evening. The first video I saw was shot by a (foolish) college student from his apartment building. I caught myself trying to figure out the tornado’s proximity to my old apartment via his vantage point with the camera and the view of Bryant-Denny stadium. What does the Paul “Bear” Bryant statue look like now compared to when I photographed it 6 months ago at the Iron Bowl?
When fast, violent crises occur I think we tap into something different. Communities of strangers spontaneously form. Today this is most evident on Facebook. I actually found out something was up with the weather when my friend Eddie posted a photo of a green sky on his profile page early Wednesday afternoon. The Groups/Pages formed on Facebook in relation to this event have a purpose…they are verbs. There is a group where people can post photos of pets they’ve lost or ones they’ve found after the storms have passed in the hopes of reuniting them with their owners or arranging shelter. The Pray for the Tornado Victims page publishes a vast amount of organized information for volunteering but has morphed into something else. Southerners have been using it to post where people are trapped so they can be rescued by emergency responders. In turn emergency responders have posted needs such as requests for “experienced chainsaw operators” to meet at specific places. Much of the phone & Internet service in Bama went down, however texting and FB on mobile devices somehow stayed alive. Thank goodness. That was the only communication I had with my parents.
I’m most amazed by Pictures and Documents found after the April 27, 2011 Tornadoes. Southerners are no stranger to things getting “left behind” by storm systems. When I was in high school the eye of Hurricane Opal went straight over my hometown. Lo and behold when we woke up in the morning there were some tropical birds flying around.
The same phenomenon has occurred in Alabama and all over the Deep South. Once again, I first noticed it on Facebook when my friend Mario in Gadsden posted a picture of his son holding a Druid City Hospital Parking tag from Tuscaloosa, over 100 miles away. More and more photos and posts popped up of people finding everything from photographs, cleared checks, tax returns, and even a quilt in their backyards from Mississippi to Alabama to Tennessee to Georgia. I’m sure this storm system will continue to rain it’s archive further north and east into another states. Like the other FB pages, this site has a purpose. The people who post their findings actually want to get them to their rightful owners. Hopefully their rightful owners are alive. They even post their contact info.
Pictures and Documents after the Tornadoes is one of the most significant cultural productions I’ve experienced. Natural disasters do not discriminate. These tornadoes hit both trailer parks and nice housing developments. A racial-socio-economic rainbow of victims. These Southerners, in their genuine compassion for their brothers & sisters and curiosity for these artifacts drifting from the sky, have created a big, collective portrait of The South.
I am going to post some photos below, but do yourself a favor and go to the site. But know this isn’t an exhibition that will go into a gallery in NYC. The curators intend for the artwork to go back to those who created it. [Read more…] about The South scattered.
