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“Promised Land”

In Uncategorized on November 24, 2011 at 10:11 pm

From The New YorkerCulture Desk“:

“Too often in politics, very complex subjects are being turned into sound bites, so it’s easy to take them apart,” says Christoph Niemann, this week’s cover artist. In “Promised Land,” he says, “I draw a parallel between current immigrants and early settlers—the hope is that it will provide context, to help keep things in perspective. Cartoonists, not politicians, should be the ones who condense political discussions into simple images.”

Reading this I can’t help but wonder: What does the Wall represent if not a complicated political discussion condensed into a simple image? What can be simpler, after all, than a wall. What is easier to grasp than Us and Them? Here and There? The Walls, on the U.S.-Mexico border and elsewhere, discard nuance and eliminate the need for discussion altogether.

And before I forget, Happy Thanksgiving America!

“The Great Wall of Montreal”

In Uncategorized on November 21, 2011 at 9:25 am

The current issue of Geist features my essay about the l’Acadie fence that stands between Montreal’s Parc-Extension neighborhood and the Town of Mount Royal. TMR erected the fence in 1960 to protect the Town’s children from traffic on  the newly extended Boulevard l’Acadie. But since the fence stood between wealthy TMR and the working class immigrant neighborhood of Park X, the fence quickly became a hated and enduring symbol of class division. More than half a century later, the fence still raises the ire of Montrealers, especially those on the ‘wrong side’ of the fence.

Anger over the barrier seethed hottest in Parc-Extension, where residents believed the fence had been built to keep them out. “A lot of people were incensed,” Nick Semeniuk told me in his home on the east side of boulevard de l’Acadie. The house, which used to belong to his mother, faces directly across l’Acadie, and Nick was living there when the fence first went up. “I was quite mad, too. They wanted to keep out the riff-raff.” For Nick, the fence expressed in galvanized mesh a rivalry that always smoldered between the Parc-X boys and the “Townies” on the other side. Not outright warfare—Montreal is no Belfast—but the rather more benign enmity of teenagers from opposite sides of an economic line. Neighbourhood toughs from TMR hung out at the corner store near Nick’s mother’s house and picked fights with the local boys, and Parc-X kids felt unwelcome in TMR. “You couldn’t go to their parks. They would chase you out and say ‘You’re from Parc-X and you don’t belong here,’” Nick said. “So we beat them up.”

Thanks to Geist for once again making my photos look better than they actually are. The magazine can be found on newsstands around Canada.

You can read the story here.

Elephants versus Fences

In Uncategorized on November 10, 2011 at 10:24 pm

I came across this video while rewriting my chapter on the border fence between India and Bangladesh. Add this to the growing list of unique ways the fences fail.

“It’s an industrially-produced medieval monster. However, I’m getting to know it.”

In Uncategorized on November 6, 2011 at 8:57 pm

About a year ago I traveled to Arizona to write about the U.S.-Mexico border wall. There I met Glenn Weyant, a musician who ‘plays’ the border wall and makes strange and fantastic recordings of what the border sounds like. I played a ‘duet’ with Glenn in Nogales, Arizona and wrote about it here. I also spoke about Glenn’s work during my TEDxCalgary talk.

A few months after I left Arizona, the U.S. replaced the old border wall in Nogales, built of rusty helicopter landing mats recycled from the first Gulf War – seen above as Glenn plays it with a cello bow – with a more modern construction of bollard pipes filled with concrete slurry that looks something like this:

The new wall allows Border Patrol officers to see through the barrier and spot anyone approaching it. The new construction also inspired drug-traffickers to change their tactics and produce bundles of narcotics just small enough to be pushed through the pipes. The old wall failed. The new wall fails.

After my time with Glenn, I was less interested in how the new wall was working than how it sounded. I contacted Glenn and this is what he told me:

My first take was dull and dead compared to the old one which, as you know, was sheets of metal rather than slurry filled pipes. It’s an industrially produced medieval monster. However, I’m getting to know it and I’ve begun discovering “how” to play, amplify and transform it. I’ve also been learning where to place the custom mics i’ve built and where they pick up sound the best. Yesterday the wind there was real crazy and the wall was literally humming from the vibrations. That was a nice surprise. So it’s like any new instrument. There is a bit of learning curve, and it will require lots of practice and some seasoning over time, but I’d say it is already showing great promise as a multi-million dollar instrument rather than a symbol of fear and loathing.

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