Sunday, August 30, 2015

A Retrospective Walk ThroughThe Harlem On My Mind exhibition at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1969





As a consequence of the below article by Holland Cotter appearing in The New York Times on page one,  August 20, 2015,  Arts and Leisure Section, a misconception is being broadcast about the character and history of the Harlem On Mind  exhibition (The Metropolitan Museum of Art, January 18 - April 6, 1969).

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/20/arts/design/what-i-learned-from-a-disgraced-art-show-on-harlem.html? hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=mini-moth®ion=top-storiebelow&WT.nav=top-stories

 Having been the person who created the idea of the Harlem On My Mind exhibition, sold it
to Tom Hoving, then Director of The Metropolitan Museum of Art, and who served as curator, lead exhibition designer and author of the book which was the exhibition catalog, I want to clarify one issue. Harlem On My Mind was never conceived of nor presented as a traditional art museum exhibition. 

















Above: Samuel F.B. Morse, Gallery of the Louvre (1831–1833). Here we can see the 19th Century art museum convention of hanging paintings against flat surfaces. In the 20th and 21st centuries, this paradigm, with less clutter, persists. This static mode of museum presentation represented the convention that Harlem On My Mind hoped to alter. In my Introduction to the catalogue, I state: “ the Metropolitan Museum’s exhibition and this book - document the struggle to establish an urban black culture …” The Harlem On My Mind exhibition was conceived as what I called “a communications environment.”  I  described it as a place in which visual and aural media were utilized to convey messages. 

In the late 1950s, the transformation of the exhibition visitors' experience was on the minds of architects and designers. For the Philips electronic giant's pavilion at the 1958 Brussels World's Fair, Le Corbusier designed "The Electronic Poem," a structure in which to 
experience  a scripted presentation of the music of avant-garde composer Edgar Varèse 
enhanced by light, color, sound, rhythm, and images. 
















Le Corbusier, "The Electronic Poem," Brussels, 1958

In 1952, designers George Nelson, Charles Eames and Alexander Girard experimented with a teaching program at the University of Georgia where they created spaces that incorporated projected images, sound and odors, At that time, I was producing television programs for the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. That experience helped me formulate my own philosophy of exhibition design.  Multi-media presentations were the core of exhibitions that Eames and Nelson designed for the Moscow International Exposition in 1959 and the New York World's Fair in 1964.



Multi-screen projections. Moscow International
Exposition, 1959. Office of Charles and Ray Eames.

I had written extensively for art journals presenting my philosophy. I quote from MUSEUM, a
quarterly journal published by Unesco, Volume XXIII, No. 3 1970/71. "This is the age of electronic
communication ... Like much else in our lives, it is revolutionizing museums ... Through communications, art museums will have to offer indirect experience ... the idea of the museum as a place of silent contemplation is vanishing ... People are immersed in transmitted fact ... Participation implies more effective communication ... No one is compelled to accept or rely on any one source, but can for his/her purposes make his/her own selection ... a museum exhibition offers a mass of images and sounds which can convey unique and differentiated messages to differentiated individuals within a mass audience."



In 1966, The Lower East Side exhibition at The Jewish Museum provided me with an opportunity to implement my philosophy - redefining the museum experience from observation to participation.


















































Top: Book dust jacket, 1967. Second from top: "The Lower East Side: Portal to American Life," The
Jewish Museum, New York, 1966. It was New York's second "Blockbuster exhibition.""The Family of Man," a photographic exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art, 1955, was the first.  At The Jewish Museum, the line extended from Fifth Avenue and 92nd Street to Madison Avenue. Third from top: Crowds watching a film of Zero Mostel's reading "Bintel Briefs," letters to the Editor of the Jewish  Daily Forward. Bottom; Close up of watching film of Zero Mostel's reading "Bintel Briefs."

Regretfully, from my perspective, this exhibition had one gallery devoted to the work of "Ash Can School" painters. The then- Jewish Museum director dictated its inclusion. I always saw it as a discordant note and chose not to include paintings, prints and sculpture in the Harlem On My Mind  exhibition because doing so would have violated my personal aesthetic. Unfortunately, the exclusion of works of art became a contentious issue with black Harlem  artists. Being aware of and sensitive to their resentment, I proposed that The Met host a parallel exhibition of black artists in adjacent galleries. Tom Hoving endorsed my proposal and assigned a novice staff member whose responsibility was community affairs to implement this project. The Met staff, totally inexperienced in dealing with groups other than their established predominantly white upper class constituency, bungled. Thus, my innovative project which opened the doors and galleries of The Met to minority cultures was tarnished by events over which I had no control. However, it must be said in all honesty with regard to the issue of dealing with Harlem artists, there were no precedents to draw on and few professionals with experience and knowledge.

In addition to the accusation that the exhibition staff was all white and that we had no community
input, I offer photos and bios of two prominent members of the exhibition staff: Don Harper and Reginald McGhee, and a list of the members of the community advisory committee. Mel Patrick,
Harlem resident and senior staff member of African-American Borough President, Percy Sutton's
administration, was the exhibition's community coordinator. The staff consulted with this committee
periodically hearing both approval and criticism. Footnote: Community Advisory Committee Member Arnold Johnson was appointed to the Board of Directors of The Metropolitan Museum of Art.























Above left: Don Harper was associate researcher and media director. He was an electrical engineer who moved into the field of multi-media communication. He participated in creating March on Selma, a documentary exhibition which coordinated taped-interviews with photographs by Bruce Davidson.   Above right: Reginald McGhee, director of photographic research, was a professional
photojournalist whose work had appeared nationally in newspapers and periodicals.

Don Harper, Reginald McGhee and A'lelia Nelson, a third African American member of the exhibition staff, reviewed and exercised final authority over every photo, film, slide, recorded interview, musical recording and text panel included in the exhibition.

The Harlem On My Mind  exhibition transformed art museums around the world which at time
were stolid silent environments dedicated to the interests of a privileged few. There was brutal resistance to Harlem On My Mind in the media. Art critics hated the noise and asked, "Where's the art?" In the wake of a negative story that broke in The New York Times prior to the exhibition's opening Martha Wallace, a veteran of Time Life and president of the Henry R. Luce Foundation, funders of the exhibition, predicted that the die had  been cast and that the exhibition would be perceived with negativity. Her projection holds true until today.

Beyond the media, there was more unforgiving resentment. A distinguished Columbia University art history professor had the audacity to send Tom Hoving a letter in which he deplored Hoving's decision to host this exhibition at Fifth Avenue and 82nd Street. He said that it "belonged in an armory in Harlem."

First and foremost Harlem On My Mind dignified the culture of an ethic minority in the United States encouraging them to visit a bastion of high culture where their story was being told with honesty.
At that time, art museums around the world presented the art of ethnic people as "Primitive Art."
The then Museum of Primitive Art stood on West 54th Street facing the Museum of Modern Art garden.  Secondly,  Harlem On My Mind transformed the museum environment. For the first time,
it was not an 19th Century, or perhaps Third Century B.C. contemplative environment. It was an interactive space reflective of the burgeoning electronic communications culture of the late 20th century. Although radically new in 1969, the museum as an interactive communications environment has become conventional. Tom Hoving always supported my transformational concept.

 I envisioned the Harlem On My Mind exhibition as a walk through cinematic experience utilizing photographic enlargements, film, video, slide projections, text panels with accompanying sound: music and recorded interviews.  The exhibition was divided into six chronological sections.  Each section was designed to simulate the time period portrayed and had a different appearance with physical characteristics evocative of the chronological period being portrayed. Museum visitors were barraged with visual and aural information and were encouraged to become active participants in processing the information presented. 

My conception of a museum exhibition as "a walk through cinematic experience" was very much in the spirit of communication theorists of that time. In 1953, Charles and Ray Eamesreleased their film,  A Communications Primer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byyQtGb3dvA

Their objective was to enhance appreciation of the broad meaning of “communication” and to advocate the breakdown of barriers between various disciplines. They wanted to interpret and present current ideas on communications theory to architects and planners in an understandable way that would encourage their use of communications theory as tools in planning and design.

Marshall McCluhan's 1964 book The Medium Is The Message, embodied a response to the avalanche of information that was beginning to inundate the daily lives of most people. Since the 1920s, radio
had been an accepted medium of popular culture. When television arrived on the scene in the 1950s,
it transformed the personal experience of ingesting information. McCluhan was anointed  as the prophet of the new age of communication. Here, he describes his concept of "The World is a Global Village."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeDnPP6ntic

Following in the footsteps of Charles and Ray Eames, Marshall McCluhan and George Nelson, it was my objective to create a totally new type of museum exhibition experience.





The majority of Harlem's current housing stock, brownstones and apartments, was constructed at the
end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th Century. The completed subway and elevated lines made, what had been an undeveloped rural area, into Manhattan's northernmost residential neighborhood. At that time, the residents were predominantly white: German, Irish, Italian and Jewish. When the then established Midtown Manhattan African American neighborhood was displaced by construction of Pennsylvania Station, Blacks moved North. It was not until The Great Migration following World War I that Blacks became the majority of Harlem residents.























Top, Woman with Surrey, c. 1900. Second from top: Armistice Day, 1919, Lenox Avenue and 134th Street. Second from bottom: Apartment houses, West 134th  Street, c. 1915.

As seen above, there was a slide projector presentation at the entrance to each gallery. The information viewed here defined the time period. Some photo enlargements presented life-size images. The objective was to encourage gallery visitors to project themselves into the subject of the image, thus becoming active participants in the gallery experience. Amplified recorded sound: music and recorded interviews were integral to each gallery.

























































































Top, "The Gay Northeasterners, strolling down Lenox Avenue, c. 1929. Second from top, Marcus Garvey, c. 1925. Third from the top, title page of a book by Claude McKay. Second from the bottom, Cotton Club poster, c. 1928. Bottom: Ethel Waters, "Am I Blue?" From the musical, "On With The Show," 1929.

Enterprising African American bourgeoisie from across the country gravitated to Harlem creating a neighborhood of talented and entrepreneurial people who would rival others in NewYork City with its cadre of creative and stylish individuals. This was the period of "The Cotton Club" which showcased Black entertainment talent, "Harlem jazz" which developed its own personality, and the "The Harlem Renaissance," a coterie of artists and writers who would define the era through their personal creativity,

There were huge enlargements of James VanDerZee's classically beautiful photographs of the neighborhood and its residents, one of which was enlarged to 12 x 50 feet. The voice of Marcus Garvey, a major political force in the 1920s, could be heard as one viewed the above life-size photo. There was another gallery in which recorded music could be heard and record labels were projected on panels suspended just below its forty-foot ceiling." Harlem was in vogue!"




















 



























Top: Simulation of a "Bread Line where hungry people congregated to obtain food for themselves
and their families. Middle: .Nuns offering food to children, c. 1931. Bottom: Civil disturbance, 1935.

It was called "The Great Depression" and it began with the stock market crash of October 1929. It
lasted until preparation for America's participation in WorldWar II commenced. Blacks in Harlem suffered more than whites in other new York City neighborhoods. Life was difficult for everyone in
Harlem. Beyond that, civil disturbances erupted.

It was also the period in which Harlem musicians and Harlem jitterbugging went national.






















Top: Ben Webster, left and Billie Holliday, center, 1935. Bottom: Jitterbugging at the Savoy. 1939.




















































The New York Times, April 20, 1941
 TWO BUS LINES AGREE TO
EMPLOY NEGROES
The New York Age, November 15, 1941
 POWELL WINS COUNCIL SEAT
The New York Age, September 15, 1942
 MARCH THREAT BY RANDOLPH
The New York Age, June 12,1943
 WAR JOBS OPEN TO NEGROES
The New York Age, August 5, 1944
 ADAM CLAYTON POWELL, JR.
BECOMES FIRST CONGRESSMAN
Amsterdam News, June23,1945 
 STATE FEPC OUTGROWTH  OF
RIOTS, RELIEF AND REFORM
The New York Times, January 28, 1948
 ETHICS CODE SET UP BY HARLEM 
STORES
The New Yorker, July 3, 1948
 PROFILES: BOP
























The New York Times, September 14, 1950
 MORE "MILITANCY" BY NEGROES
 URGED
Amsterdam News, January 6, 1951 
 HARLEM LEFT OUT OF A-BOMB
SHELTER PLANS 
The New York Times, January 22, 1954
 NEGROES FORCED TO SELL
LONG ISLAND HOME
Amsterdam News, August 2, 1958 
 NRUMAH: WE'RE BROTHERS 
Amsterdam News, July 11, 1959 
 HOUSING FIGHT: REVOLT 
SPREADS



































 To reflect the spirit of the 1960s, there was elongated gallery with a multi-media presentation of four image projections on each wall,  a total of eight with one dedicated to each year of the decade. There were images alternating with headlines. The sound accompaniment was vigorous rock. The amplifier controls were located outside the office of the Curator of Greek and Roman Art.  He insisted on turning down the volume. An exhibition staff member made constant adjustments.
























Top: National Memorial African Bookstore on 125th Street

Amsterdam News, August 6, 1960 
 8,500 CROWD ARMORY TO HEAR
MUHAMMAD
The New York Times, December 2, 1963
 MALCOLM X LIKENS SLAYINGS TO
"CHICKENS COMNG HOME TO ROOST"
"Malcolm X, a leader of the Black Muslims, yesterday characterized the assassination of President Kennedy as an instance of the 'chickens coming home to roost...' There was loud applause and laughter."
Amsterdam News, July 11, 1959 
 HOUSING FIGHT: REVOLT 
SPREADS
The New York Times, July 19, 1964
 NEGRO BOY KILLED: 300 HARRASS
POLICE
Amsterdam News, July 25, 1964  
 THREE VIOLENT DAYS: SATURDAY 
NIGHT, SUNDAY NIGHT
Amsterdam News, September 3, 1966  
BLACK PANTHERS OPEN HARLEM
DRIVE 
Amsterdam News, May 1, 1968  
HARLEM BACKED COLUMBIA  STUDENTS
"The Harlem community rallied in aid and defense of the Black Columbia University
students who took over Hamilton Hall ... Daily, since more than 150 Black students laid siege,
Harlemites visited them behind their barricaded doors, advised them, gave them moral support,
food and money."

















"THE HALL OF HARLEM HEROES"

The last gallery of the exhibition was forty enlarged portraits of the famous alongside everyday residents of Harlem.

Did the exhibition and its accompanying catalogue achieve their objectives: dignifying the lives of African Americans and telling the story of Harlem as the cultural capital of Black America with honesty?

















James VanDerZee and his wife, 1930

"In my estimation Harlem On My Mind represents months and years of research ... It should be considered a history of the times; it is important for the present generation and coming generations...
No household, school or library should be without it."
James VanDerZee

"In Harlem On My Mind one witnesses it all - the joys, sorrows, and triumphs of this mecca of black achievement ... Harlem as it was in early 1900's, as it is today and what one might expect from it in the future. It is an important contribution, not only to the history of Harlem but to the history of America as well."
Gordon Parks

"... one of the richest and most comprehensive records of the history of the African American in the
twentieth century."
Henry Louis Gates, Jr.

 Both photography curator Deborah Willis and photographer Dawoud Bey said that seeing enlarged, dignified photographs of African Americans in The Metropolitan Museum of Art, encouraged them to enter the field of photography.

An eye witness report

 The Harvard Crimson, February 5, 1969
http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1969/2/5/harlem-on-my-mind-pbwbhen-my/


Footnote:
The art scene in New York in the 1960s was an exciting and inventive climate. Grace Glueck, then art critic of The New York Times, told me that she thought that: “... a new art movement was invented every day.” My exhibitions were products of that environment. The following provide testimony to that particular time, as well as my participation in its dynamics.

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/11/08/arts/design/the-big-bang-of-art-and-tech-in-new-york.html?_r=

This site was created by cultural historian, writer, and curator, Allon Schoener. He was responsible for organizing, designing and producing the Harlem On My Mind exhibition at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in 1969. He was author of the book which served as its catalogue, now in its fourth printing.




Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Why I would vote for Bernie Sanders for President


Why I would vote for Bernie Sanders for President




As I picked up my November 5, 2014 copy of The New York Times wrapped in a four-page glossy paper advertisement for Harry Winston diamonds, I  was greeted with this headline, “G.O.P Takes Senate” and its sub-head, “RidingVoter Anger to Gain Control of Congress.” As a consequence of this juxtaposition, I had been slapped in the face with the most crucial issue of the day - income inequality. Do any of the 2014 winners and losers ever mentioned this issue? No, they speak in political platitudes and unvarnished venom for their opponents via an unrelenting barrage of ads heavily financed by billionaire reactionaries.

I ask myself is there an American politician who speaks the truth and focuses on economic disparity,  the cancer of our society? Yes, there is one - Bernie Sanders, Independent Senator from Vermont. Years before Nobelist Joseph Stiglitz wrote about it, and Occupy Wall Street elevated it to a global issue, Bernie stumped Vermont calling attention to it and its deleterious impact on his constituents.

As primary day elections across the country approached, my e-mail inbox was flooded with a deluge of fundraising requests for Democratic Party candidates whose spectrum of victory was widely varied. Time and again, I asked myself what is the essential difference between the Democratic and Republican candidates? I am more likely to vote for Democratic candidates out of habit rather than conviction. I have a track record of voting for alternative, nonparty presidential candidates. My list includes: Doctor Benjamin Spock, Ralph Nader and Dick Gregory among others. Hardly concerned with ideology, I saw my votes as a form of protest against a political system in which I have no faith. Is this heresy or realism? I would argue in favor of the later. What do I find missing from political dialogue in this country today? The truth!

For months, the rumor mill has spewed a delugeof speculations about a possible presidential candidacy for Bernie Sanders, an independent U.S. Senator from Vermont. One might ask if this is a joke being perpetrated by a politician from one of the country’s least populated states or is this a matter for serious consideration. Unquestionably, it is the later. Could he possibly win? Never in a million years. Why then, make the effort? Sanders has a penchant for telling the truth, a practice totally ignored by most American politicians. Sanders’ constituency does not embrace bankers,  corporate executives and their lackeys. He is more concerned with  boosting the minimum wage than following the stock markets’ endless gyrations. Throughout his entire political career, he has been aggressive in calling attention to Income disparity. It can be assumed that the two major political party candidates will drown in a sea of solipsism. Bernie would not. It can be assumed that he would bring realities and facts to voters that are never generated by highly paid public relations consultants.

Beyond that, he might compel the Democratic Party presidential candidate to become a more honest spokesperson. Regrettably, most politicians have very short term memories. In order to secure votes, they make promises which they know that they will never be able to effectuate. 

Although I do not know him personally, I did meet him on one occasion when he was conducting his first reelection campaign. At that time, we lived in Grafton,Vermont, a town of some 500 people in Windsor County which abuts Massachusetts to the south and New Hampshire to the east. Our encounter took place in the Newfane courthouse, a classic early19th century Federalist building that dominates a cluster of elegant painted white and green wooden structures inhabiting the Newfane town green. I was one of a group of about 15 campaign volunteers with whom he shared his campaign organizing strategy. He described it this way. First, he got a core of intellectuals involved and motivated. Although few in number, they represented an effective core. Next, labor unions;
 they could supply considerable numbers of volunteers and money. It is clearly a simple but very effective strategy.

When it came time to report his experiences in Washington, one thing stands out in my memory. He described his first banquet sitting down at a dinner table and finding two wine glasses in front of him: one for red and one for white. He had been accustomed to one - do it all - wine glass, 

He further described his strategy for building coalitions of like minded people. There is no question about the fact that he's been functionally affective in this practice exerting more influence than might have been imagined.  He is known as an Independent. (Sometimes, he describes himself as a Socialist.) He caucuses with Democrats, yet retains his separate status. In The Bernie Buzz, his online report, one can find these excerpts from a recent post based on an interview with Bill Moyers.

The Koch Brothers and other billionaires are pouring hundreds of millions of dollars into negative campaigns. Corporate campaign cash, once outlawed in America, is tilting the playing field. In California, Chevron shelled out at least $3 million to buy friends at city hall in Richmond, a Bay Area city that’s home to a giant petroleum refinery. Untraceable “dark money” is being spent elsewhere. Voter ID laws are keeping people away from polling places. Are we going to let them get away with it? Experts say 60 percent of Americans will not vote on Nov. 4. Eighty percent of low-income workers won’t vote. “That's not democracy. That's oligarchy,” said Bernie. “We must educate, organize, overturn Citizens United and move toward public funding of elections.

“ You see, this is the issue. I mean, I’ve been on a million of these shows. They say, ‘Here’s the story of the day. What do you think about the Secret Service? What do you think about this? What do you think about Ebola?’ All of those issues are important. But the issues that impact ordinary people, is they’re asking why, despite all of the productivity, people are working longer hours for lower wages. Have we had that discussion, Bill? Have you ever heard anybody talking about it? They’re asking how come we’ve had these unfettered free-trade policies that have resulted in the loss of millions of good-paying jobs and you got both parties still saying, well, that’s pretty good.

“And this issue of income and wealth inequality, wow. One percent owning 37 percent of the wealth in America. Bottom 60 percent owning 1.7 percent. One family, the Walton family of Wal-Mart, owning more wealth than the bottom 40 percent. Do you think we should be talking about that issue? You can’t get the discussion going on TV.

“Moyers asked why” and Bernie replied," Because it’s not in the interest of the corporations who own the networks to actually be educating the American people so that they are debating the real issues. It’s much better to deflect attention away from those issues and get into the story of the day. “There was some guy who was a football fan who walked halfway across the country. Boy, that’s a really big story. Or, Chris Christie yelled at somebody. History will certainly remember this as one of the important issues of the 21st century.”

Clearly, Bernie is a man of principle who is dedicated to integrity and honesty. He gets my vote!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

"Mother's Memorial Musical"




Left: Harlem On My Mind exhibition catalogue, The Metropolitan
 Museum of Art, 1969. Right: Three Oaks Baptist Church, 8109 S.Hoover 
Street, Los Angeles, CA 90044, 2013.

  Since 1967, when I proposed the Harlem On My Mind exhibition to Thomas Hoving, then director of The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Harlem has played a significant role in my life.
I was last there a little over a year ago when I attended a show at the Apollo, Harlem's 
famous entertainment venue. 

Earlier that day, I had visited the Corinthian Baptist Church which occupies the former Regent Theatre in an attempt to interest the church in  the 100th anniversary of the structure which was originally built as America's first motion picture palace. 

I get " Harlem Happenings, weekly notices from the 125th Street  Business Improvement District.


Since arriving in Los Angeles almost five years ago, I have had limited contact with the African-American community. Last week, I received an invitation from Lamont Bradley of my Alzheimer's support group to attend his "Mother's Memorial Musical" at the Three Oaks Baptist Church, 8109 South Hoover Street,  in the heart of  "South Central Los Angeles."




Above: Looking toward Downtown Los Angeles.
Below: Watts Towers, the most notable structure in
 the area.

Lamont is a Baptist minister who produces church musical events. From my perspective, I would describe this memorial as a three-hour spectacle with a non-stop procession of 
talented musicians, choirs and speakers. The decibel level was extremely high. 

I have attended other Baptist Church events so I am familiar with some routine characteristics: the band to the right of the pulpit, the choirs, the offering, and the enthusiastic participation of parishioners. I had never attended a memorial service for a recently deceased person.

A typical African-American Baptist Church interior

Over the years, I have attended many funerals and memorial services, both Jewish 
and Christian. Each has its own form of mourning which tends to focus on sorrow. 
Overriding everything else, the death of Betty Bradley was the theme; there were 
testimonials from friends and family. However, I sensed the joy of life, everyone's 
life, as all pervading. Love of God, Jesus in particular, was affirmed by parishioners 
and guests. Sincerity and dedication were omnipresent.

I regret that I never knew Betty Bradley. She was a person of considerable stature in her
church, family and community. Rather than a participant in the celebration of her life,
I was an observer accompanied by another member of our support group and her
partner. The three of us were the only Caucasians. I believe that I can speak for them
in saying we were honored to have been invited.

 Living in a continuing care community, where death notices are published regularly,
Lamont's memorial service for his mother stands apart as a vibrant celebration 
commemorating the rich life of a significant person. 












Saturday, June 7, 2014

An Octogenarian Incident




















Bugatti roadster. 1926


What is the significance of this car?   I see it as a metaphor for my life. Both I and the car are 88 years old. Unfortunately, I do not know the owners of this car, so I can't investigate further. About fifteen years ago when we lived in rural Vermont, there was a congregation of Bugatti owners with their classic 1920’s and 1930’s cars. They were parked at the local tavern; I went to admire them. Later that day, the twenty or so French masterpieces of design and engineering paraded slowly down the country road on which we lived. They were as graceful as gazelles crossing an open field. For me,these Bugattis  represented quality and enduring value - standards to which I have aspired throughout my life.

On January 1, 2014, I celebrated my 88th birthday. I had been in very good health, had a lot of energy and felt good all the time. In terms of medical history, I spent two overnights in the hospital and that was it. When I reached 65, I decided that I needed to see a doctor and have a physical exam. Nothing seemed to have changed over the next 23 years. I was taking 3 prescribed  meds (cholesterol, heart, glaucoma) and a dozen  vitamin  supplements.

About two years ago, I had been advised to get a pacemaker, but was reluctant to do so. I consulted with four cardiologists at Cedars-Sinai Hospital.They said that I would need one eventually, but for the moment, it was my call. I assumed that there would be some symptoms or warnings. None appeared.

January 28, 2014

Our son Abe was in town. We had a picnic with  my wife Mary in Griffith Park. We left him at Sunset Junction and proceeded back to Hollenbeck Palms where both of us live. I am in independent living and Mary is in skilled nursing. Dropped Mary off at the usual spot. The nurses took her to her room. When I trIed to start the car, it was evident that the battery was dead. Called AAA;  a service truck arrived and the driver replaced the battery. I drove to the Flower District, got flowers and retuned to Hollenbeck. Parked and proceeded to Mary’s room. Arranged the flowers.

Everything went blank!

When I awakened, I saw myself on the floor of Mary’s room with LPN’s Anthony and Rolando hovering over me. Recall being lifted on to a gurney and into an ambulance; everything went blank again. Later I awoke in what must have been the OR recovery area of White Memorial Hospital with a team of doctors in attendance. Perhaps Abe was there? If not, he was ever present thereafter. The doctors introduced themselves: surgeon, medical doctor, cardiologist, neurologist and Pacemaker specialist. They explained that I had a stroke, that they had utilized APC, a stroke treatment medication developed at the USC Medical School Department of Neurology, and that they had inserted a Pacemaker. I was told that I was lucky that all of these disparate factors meshed within a short space of time.

From there I was moved to a private room in Cardiac Intensive Care. I was stunned, miserable and uncomfortable. I felt like I was having a nightmare. I was not paralyzed, but the left side of my body was numb. I could not walk. Had to use a wheelchair. I had become an invalid! Not a very comfortable feeling. 

This was probably the most transformational event of my life. I felt as though I was living in someone else’s body and still do. Absolutely nothing is the same. While I had boundless energy before, now I tire quickly. Fortunately, my brain was not damaged. Abe thinks I am sharper now than I was before because the pacemaker pumps more blood into my brain. Evidence of that, is that I purchased a new iMac on which I am writing at the moment. Although difficult, I have been able to deal with the issues associated with endlessly updated software.

From Cardiac Intensive Care I was transferred to Rehab, remaining there for three weeks. It was here that I began to overcome the stupor that had replaced my former demeanor. Moving any part of my body, created discomfort. Abe brought my iPad in my iPhone. Having both of them, made it possible for me to reconnect with the real world. When I went to bed, I would play music on the iPad. During the daytime, I would use the iPad to send e-mails. Although my body was hardly fully functional, it appears in my brain was. Thank God, for that!

Rehab had a routine of daily sessions with a physical therapist and an occupational therapist. They were influential in awakening my body from the stupor into which it had fallen. I got to be friendly with a Chinese-American male nurse. When I was lamenting my condition, he offered me his philosophical perspective. He said that his father had lived to the age of 78. He, the nurse, said that he considered anytime beyond the age of 70 to be bonus years. He said that I had little to complain about because I already had 18 bonus years.

At that point, I was using a wheelchair. After three weeks of what I would describe as sensitive care in Rehab, I was sent back to Hollenbeck. Still in a wheelchair. I was given a room in Hensel, the skilled nursing section where Mary is a patient. Weird as it may sound, I was placed in the same room that Mary had occupied on her arrival at Hensel. All of the personnel were familiar to me because of Mary’s being there. It was a very strange feeling to be a patient in the place that I had visited regularly to see Mary.

Fortunately, I had a private room. I had daily sessions of physical therapy and occupational therapy which benefitted me considerably. Rather than eat dinner in my room, I decided to have dinner in Mary’s room with her. Abe brought my iMac. We established a routine of locking it up during the day and taking it to Mary’s room in the evening. This gave me a chances to handle my emails because the room was already wired for wi-fi.

My major concern at that moment was knowing if I might be able to return to my apartment in Magnolia Court, an independent living complex that felt more like an apartment building than an old folks home. My greatest fear was to be placed in one of the other units where I would be submerged in a sea of bent over people with walkers and canes. My accumulated anguish was dissipated when Hollenbeck’s business manager and its physical therapy director came to my room to inform me that I demonstrated that I would be qualified to return to my apartment making it possible to have as much of a normal life as I could under the circumstances.

For moths, I had been so consumed with my own health that I have given little thought to Mary. At  the end of March, she had open sores on her legs and was wearing medicated stockings with her feet elevated. Her condition improved and she is back in a wheelchair.There is no question that her fall, fracture and hospitalization in November altered her life for the worse. Last summer, when our mutual pleasures seemed boundless, it felt like we were on a second honeymoon. The memories persist!

Now, Mary is a much diminished person, but she still has an active and at times, coherent mind. She makes observations and comments. She is aware of my presence, calling my name,  which is gratifying. I am not certain that she is aware of my health problems. Given my adjusted state, I can do less for Mary.

My cardiologist recommended that I see a neurologist. I discovered that the University of Southern California Medical School Department of Neurology had a stroke clinic. Mary was already a patient in that department and I knew that the staff was of high calibre. I was introduced to an occupational therapist and a physical therapist, both of whom I meet with regularly. They have helped me recover damaged parts of my body. At the stroke clinic I learned of the South Baylo University School of Acupuncture  where there is an inexpensive  clinic. I go there once a week and can feel the benefits. 

I am again able to prepare meals and take them to Mary’s room. This provides satisfaction for both of us. It was one fragment of our lives that I could restore; however, in her diminished state, Mary can no longer feed herself. I find it difficult to feed her; it usually takes over an hour.

Stroke recovery is an arduous task. I am doing my best and am aware of my progress. Last week,  four months from the event, I abandoned my cane. I have been given daily exercises by my Occupational Therapist and Physical Therapist.I need to do 150 minutes of aerobic exercise per week - riding a stationary bike and swimming at The Y. 

One can't live in LA without a car. As a consequence of the stroke, my driver's license was revoked. I need to take all of the tests to have it reinstated. In the interim, I have developed a number of transportation alternatives. 

It is apparent that Mary and I are entering one of the final phases of our lives together. We need to do everything possible to create as much shared  pleasure as possible. That has been my mantra for the last several years; however, the options continue to narrow.





Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Massimo Vignelli as Heroic Caregiver





































Massimo Vignelli, the great, internationally recognized graphic designer, died in 
New York on May 27. There was a flood of articles praising his work. As a 
consequence of a letter writing campaign originated by his son Luca, there were thousands of messages acknowledging his preeminence and influence. 

Massimo and Lella, his wife, were what is known in New York parlance, "a power couple."
They were business partners and sometimes co-designers. Earlier this year, Massimo created an online book dedicated to Lella's work. 

http://www.vignelli.com/Designed_by_Lella.pdf

"This book is dedicated to Lella Vignelli, an inspiration to all women designers who forcefully stand on the power of their merits."
Massimo Vignelli 

Although it is generally not known, Lella Vignelli, was stricken with Alzheimer's several years ago. Because Massimo knew that my wife, Mary, had been similarly afflicted earlier, he saw me and my experiences with my wife as offering him some guidance. I shared every bit of information that I could offer him.

Taking care of a person with Azheimer's, is very demanding. It is not something that one can dismiss easily. There are two dramatically different choices. One is to have your loved one live at home, and the other is to have that person live in a skilled nursing facility. Knowing that I could not become  a full time caregiver, Mary and I made the decision to move to Los Angeles and live in a continuing-care community. At that point, Mary was in the early stages of the disease. For a short time, we shared an apartment in this complex. Now, Mary lives in what is called  a skilled nursing section while I reside in the independent living section. So, I could speak with authority regarding this option.

Massimo investigated nursing home possibilities in the New York City area.
However, no matter how difficult and demanding, he decided that his preference 
was to keep Lella at home in their spectacular apartment. This meant
that he would have enormous personal responsibility. He did what very 
few people will do, became a full-time caregiver. 

Having made that decision, changed his life radically. He once said to me, " That he felt closer to Lella, at this point in their lives than ever before." Daily, Lella would come to Massimo's office in their apartment in full attire, adorned with jewelry of her own design, and position herself at right angles to Massimo who sat at the head of his black stone table/desk. She would thumb through design magazines while he worked.

Massimo told me that he decided to learn how to cook. That meant not only cooking, but shopping as well. Fortunately,  they lived in a neighborhood with excellent food stores in proximity. In the course of assuming these new duties, he managed to remain active professionally.

Massimo and Lella were world travelers. They had covered the globe for work and pleasure. One of the most vexing decisions that he had to make involved going to Frankfurt, where their daughter lives, at Christmas last year. Massimo anguished about getting Lella off and on the plane, as well as dealing with her incontinence. I sensed that he knew that this would be the last trip that they would take together. Mary and I had made a similar decision several years ago. Knowing that this would be our last international trip, we went to Rome and then to Puglia in the southeastern corner of the Italian peninsula. Despite all of the problems that we encountered, which I had relayed to Massimo, I encouraged him to go with Lella. I never heard the details of the trip, but I am certain that there were many problems. However in the long run, I am equally certain that he would not have questioned the decision.

Shortly after their return, he spent nearly three weeks in the hospital and his decline became evident. 



















Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Grand Debacle at 42nd and Fifth


Public Library Is Abandoning Disputed Plan for Landmark
THE NEW YORK TIMES

Stacks to stay after New York Public Library halts plan to transform historic branch
DAILY NEWS

 NEW YORK POST

New York Public Library Scraps Redesign Plans
 WALL STREET JOURNAL

On the morning of Thursday, May 8, 2014, it was front page news in New York.
Thus came to a crashing end the much criticized plan of The New York Public
Library's administration and trustees to transform the classic structure, housing
millions of books, that had served generations of New Yorkers, into a virtual
honky tonk international visitor center replete with coffee bars  and souvenir
counters masking under the rubric of creating a 21st century library offering
enhanced services. Absurd as this had been, it was endorsed by the trustees, a
group of distinguished academics, major periodical editors and business executives
associated with some of the nation's most prominent enterprises. One must ask,
"How could a group of well-intentioned, intelligent, and in some cases, wealthy
people, have made such a blunder?"

Here's how what became known as the CENTRAL LIBRARY PLAN began. 
An internal NYPL document “Staff Briefings on New Strategy dated March 
2008,” states in part,  “The new strategy: Fundamentally transform NYPL to
drive increased use through better integrated service ...”

Among “Facilities Plan Goals” it states “Make our Fifth Avenue building a
greater international destination.” It further proposes, “A New Central Library,
Move books to high-density stacks under Bryant Park ... Remove stacks ...
Repurpose space for multilevel circulating library ... Draft Concept: Not
a Design Plan.” The esteemed British architect, Norman Foster, who heads
a firm of 1500, was engaged to design the physical transformation of the
building. It should be noted that his much criticized and generally unpopular
design of the transformation of The British Library in London has been
described as "architectural evisceration."

The perpetrators of this ill-fated scheme were former staff members: Paul Le Clerc, 
then President, and David Offensend, then Chief Operating Officer. LeClerc was 
a French literature scholar and former president of Hunter College in New York. 
David Offensend came from the world of investment and banking. He served as 
President and Chief Executive Officer of now defunct Lehman Brothers Merchant
 Banking Partnership.

In cultural organizations, it is an accepted practice that the staff create programs
and that the trustees endorse them and self-fund or find outside sources of funding.
It is my contention that the Board trusted the staff who obviously were malevolent
in the execution of their duties. Or, it might have been a rich and powerful trustee
who served as the motivator. Whoever was responsible afforded no respect for the
essential purpose of the building nor its architectural character. The removal of the
cast iron stacks which held the majority of the books was established as a high
renovation priority.The NYPL administrators  speak of "less used books" as though
they represented a plague to be obliterated.

At this point, there is no solid trail of evidence leading to the fiasco; therefore,
speculation is appropriate. New York's voracious real estate industry ran amok in
the Bloomberg years. The Library's properties in Midtown Manhattan were desirable
targets for developers. In addition to the Main Library Building at Fifth Avenue and
42nd Street, the NYPL controlled properties in Midtown Manhattan included: Donnell
Branch on West 53rd Street opposite the Museum of Modern Art, the Mid-Manhattan
Branch Library at Fifth Avenue and 40th Street, and the Science,  Industry and
Business Branch occupying several floors of the building on the Northwest corner of
Madison and 34th. One of the objectives of The Central Library Plan was to relocate
Mid-Manhattan plus Science, Industry and Business within the main library building
and to sell the two properties where these library services are currently located. The
Library does not have a good record in its real estate dealings. The Donnell property
was sold for less than the developer received from the sale of the penthouse in the
building constructed on that site.

As a result of the tireless efforts of a small group of dedicated library users, among
them the Committee to Save The New York Public Library and its allies, the David
and Goliath legend became a modern day New York legend. Along with that,
the election of populist Mayor Bill de Blasio, changed the equation from proposed
glitz to diversified community service. Rather than support the creation of a luxury
brand in Mid-Manhattan, New York City's library support was directed toward branch
libraries. Thus, $150,000,000 of city money promised by Mayor Michael Bloomberg
as part of his campaign to convert Midtown Manhattan into Singapore East was
no longer available. As criticism mounted, the loss of these funds was sufficient to
doom the Central Library Plan; however, it failed to curb the library's inane plans to
transform the main building from a research library into some undefined entity. The
millions of books that are the core of the research collections have been removed
from the stacks which remain empty. According to President Marx, the barren stacks
will be open to visitors to view as an historic relic.  (Can an adult professional be
taken seriously for making such a remark?)   It is proposed that the majority of the
research book collections will be housed in underground storage space beneath
Bryant Park that had once been planned as a parking garage. This space has
questionable climate control potentials. Yet, on another occasion, President Marx
said that the stacks would house the Mid-Manhattan's circulating collections. This
might have been  stated when the Mid-Manhattan building was being considered for
 sale. The situation has changed. If he is to be believed, President Marx said that the
Mid-Manhattan building will not be sold and that it will be renovated. We have
heard nothing recently about the fate of the stacks,

The past is history. The future is as equally as troublesome as the past. Since this
humiliating defeat, it is apparent that the administration and trustees have chosen not
to acknowledge the reality of the situation and are attempting to give this self-induced
fiasco a positive spin. If this is advice from The Library's public relations consultants,
they should be fired. So, what have we heard from The Library's representatives?
Contrition, definitely not. They are moving ahead with their righteous sense of unrestricted
authority as though nothing occurred.
           
President Tony Marx boasts of their opening up previously private spaces to the public;
however, there does appear to be any clearly articulated program for the use of these
spaces. In response to frequent criticism that The Library does not have an advisory
board of user representatives, Tony Marx announced recently that plans for such a board
are being promulgated.  Once before, he made a similar promise. To date, no such group
exists.  It should be noted that the Bibliothèque nationale de France in Paris hosts a
mechanism for monitoring the attitudes of its users. In the age of ubiquitous electronic communication and social media, there are many ways in which consumer attitudes can
be assessed. President Marx speaks glowingly of bringing The Library into the 21st century,
yet neglects to utilize some well-tested attitude assessment procedures.

The mantle of respect which this building generated for more than a century has been
fragmented to the point of oblivion. In the Wall Street Journal of May 14, 2014, Eric
Gibson, Leisure & ARTS Editor, proposed that the trustees rename the Schwatzman
Building (as the the Central Library is known in the wake of a multi-million dollar gift from
billionaire Stephen Schwartzman. Perhaps Eric Gibson is serious; perhaps it is a frivolous
joke? Given Tony Marx's proclivity for outlandish statements, sooner or later the NYPL
might become the subject of derision by late night tv hosts.

Although they appear to be coined by a public relations consultant, The Library's
pronouncements smack of cultural institutional arrogance and intransigence. This
is a malaise that appears to affect many institutions, often art museums where the
director appropriates a mantle of self righteous behavior, hauteur and denial. Yes,
this does not speak well for any and all such practitioners. In the case of The New
York Public Library, President Anthony Marx is a member of this despicable cadre.
Although it appeared to be apparent that the Central Library Plan had been defeated
and should be scrapped, President Marx continues to support its core philosophy
and planned implementation. Not to be overlooked, The New York Public Library
receives a considerable amount of its annual operating budget from the City of New
York. So, it must answer to all of the citizens of the city. In this respect, it hardly
warrants a passing grade.

Granted that he did not initiate the disastrous Central Library Plan, Tony Marx
embraced it becoming its champion. Given his errors of judgement, and contradictory
remarks, one is compelled to ask if Tony Marx should be allowed to continue to direct
the future of The New York Public Library? Although he received considerable praise
for his previous positions, it is becoming increasingly apparent that he is the wrong
man for this job. As Arthur Sulzberger decided recently, that he made the wrong decision
when he anointed Jill Abramson as Executive Editor, and the right one when he fired her.

The fate and future of 42nd Street Library is in the hands of the trustees; one must hope
that they function more responsibly in the future than they have in the past.


Note: See my previous blog post on this subject, dated:   TUESDAY, MAY 7, 2013.