Dear Harlem,
I've only been calling you my home for a mere eight months. Still, my keen senses reveal to me your wondrous complexity. In an attempt to demystify, I call upon my neighbors - faces you've known for decades, stories embedded in your pavement, music that echoes from your churches and out the third floor of your brownstones, and spirits gone by that have become lost and found on your avenues - to come forth and tell. We establish here a place where we share our stories, histories, and memories of you. We share images, audio, and art you've inspired. Here, we claim our own space to tell our own Harlem, our home. For you are not a relic of olden glory, nor are you a wasteland needing rejuvenation. We peel back your known dress and worn-away stories, we unravel your un-documented tales and present our traditional, political, cultural relationship with you.
Sincerely, with love,
Margi, 127th and Madison
I've only been calling you my home for a mere eight months. Still, my keen senses reveal to me your wondrous complexity. In an attempt to demystify, I call upon my neighbors - faces you've known for decades, stories embedded in your pavement, music that echoes from your churches and out the third floor of your brownstones, and spirits gone by that have become lost and found on your avenues - to come forth and tell. We establish here a place where we share our stories, histories, and memories of you. We share images, audio, and art you've inspired. Here, we claim our own space to tell our own Harlem, our home. For you are not a relic of olden glory, nor are you a wasteland needing rejuvenation. We peel back your known dress and worn-away stories, we unravel your un-documented tales and present our traditional, political, cultural relationship with you.
Sincerely, with love,
Margi, 127th and Madison