Original Documents and Notes from Events Surrounding the Death of Harold Washington

I saw today that John Kass of the Chicago Tribune published a piece today titled, “Harold Washington’s death 30 years ago marked end of Chicago’s black political power“. He wrote about the memorial service/ rally at UIC, the memorial at Daley Plaza, and the City Hall protests when the Sawyer was appointed Mayor.

I was there for those events, and I collected artifacts and took notes. I went back into the archives to see what I had, then I scanned some. Here they are:

Here’s the program for the event at the Pavillion on Monday, November 30, 1987.

 

 

And a flyer advertising that event.

And a flyer I got at the event.

A schematic of Daley Plaza on Friday, November 27, 1987, for a memorial.

This is a sheet of paper I found on the floor of the lobby of City Hall on December 1, 1987— the night that Eugene Sawyer was made Mayor.

For a later date: I’ve got reams of notes I took while pushing my way into City Hall that night with hundreds of other people.

 

 

The Glories of the Chicago Art Book Fair

On Thursday and Friday I went to the first Chicago Art Book Fair,  which is “dedicated to showcasing emerging directions and diverse legacies within small press arts publishing. The fair features an international group of over 100 arts publishers, small presses, book artists, comics artists, zinemakers and printmakers”.

It was a great atmosphere— a classic zine conference twinged with real art prints splayed across two beautiful rooms (The Tank and Stagg Court) in the Chicago Athletic Association.

Tara Booth Prints: A Weak Horse and Peekin. Fun style.

Lainey Waugh: 3 prints with cutouts; here’s one:

Mary Tremonte of Just Seeds Collective:  I See You and  We Are Born in Flames are exquisite:

Fuck Work by Josh MacPhee, also of Just Seeds Collective is a pretty simple work:

A number of items from Press Press and the chapbook, Jamiyla Lowe: A Whole New WorldPull Groan by Keith Herzik, and WORK/PLAY: The CIA, The War on Drugs, and MK Ultra.

Vice Versa Press: sublime dollar noose poster and “Don’t Text Him” coasters.

One of my new favorite posters is from Other Forms . I’ve long been fascinated by the role of variation in capitalism, but I didn’t know that there was an early typographic corollary.

I really like the style of Colpa and his “He’s on Fire” poster (presumably honoring NBA Jam):

Congress: yellow print, which seems to be part of the Language Barrier family.

And lastly, the Chicago Art Book Fair poster by Clay Hickson:

 

How To Number a Notebook

One of the essential rituals of my journal-keeping is the numbering of the pages of a new book.

To me, touching each page is an incantation, invitation, prayer. Contemplate the glory and the words that will be scratched there. Time conflates and folds over and everything happens at once.

I keep five types of journals at all times: work, health, family, poetry. This is a film shot by Christian of me numbering Work Journal #53.

Recounting My Sobriety Day

I looked back at some of the writing I did on Sunday, September 10, 2000— my sobriety day.

I woke up “with bad hangover & very fuzzy”. I also wrote that I “decided upon waking what i had suspected and hoped: today is the day. i do not want to consume drugs or alcohol today. today. and i will go to an AA mtg tonight if i can find one. today is the day.”

I went to Church— 11AM Mass at Queen of Angels. The gospel was this story:

Jesus Heals a Deaf and Mute Man
(Isaiah 35:1-10; Matthew 9:32-34)

And again, departing from the coasts of Tyre and Sidon, he came unto the sea of Galilee, through the midst of the coasts of Decapolis. And they bring unto him one that was deaf, and had an impediment in his speech; and they beseech him to put his hand upon him. And he took him aside from the multitude, and put his fingers into his ears, and he spit, and touched his tongue; And looking up to heaven, he sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha, that is, Be opened. And straightway his ears were opened, and the string of his tongue was loosed, and he spake plain. And he charged them that they should tell no man: but the more he charged them, so much the more a great deal they published it; And were beyond measure astonished, saying, He hath done all things well: he maketh both the deaf to hear, and the dumb to speak.

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