The Open Wound of Trauma

January 23rd, 2011 § 1 comment

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Child's drawing, September 14, 2001.

This year one of the holiday gift items I requested was a long list of books and films about 9/11. My fabulous husband cleaned out my Amazon wishlist, which means 1) I better get reading and 2) I must now restock that list because I have a birthday in February and there is a seemingly endless list of resources to consult for this dissertation.

A few nights ago, I was reading one of the new books in the pile, Trauma Culture by E. Ann Kaplan. She has a remarkable way of pulling the reader into her work. In the introduction, Kaplan writes about her own experience of 9/11 to demonstrate, among other things, the merging of personal and cultural trauma.

I found her writing to resonate in the context of my current research project, but also in the wake of the tragedy that took place just two weeks ago in Arizona. She writes, “Trauma can never be “healed” in the sense of a return to how things were before a catastrophe took place, or before one witnessed a catastrophe; but if the wound of trauma remains open, its pain may be worked through in the process of its being “translated” via art.”

A dear friend who is originally from Tucson wrote to me last week to offer to find a place for me to stay and wonderful people to meet if I wanted to go out to document the growing memorial site at the University Medical Center. “I have been very wrapped up in the all the news coming from Tucson,” she wrote. “There are so many slight degrees of separation to the events. Tucson really is like a small town of one million people. Everyone is connected.”

Cover of the New York Daily News, September 13, 2001.

I remember feeling a similar sentiment in New York in the days after 9/11. Personal grief merging with vicarious grief, merging with cultural grief. It was hard to separate the layers.

Those days were marked by confusion and fear. Not understanding who had attacked the United States and why, not knowing how many were missing (or dead), and a fear that there were other attacks in the works.

Numerous images and objects with heavy symbolic resonance emerged in the days after 9/11: postcards of the towers intact, images of the Statue of Liberty and the faces of the missing. There is, however, one image that punctuated the landscape in astounding quantities: the flag. Repeated on bodies, outside personal homes and on storefronts, the American flag collapsed the traumatic response into a concise pattern of stars and stripes.

Neighborhoods on the Lower East Side and Brooklyn saw flag displays on cars, in windows and between buildings change from Dominican and Puerto Rican flags to American flags overnight. The flag was carried on the body in the form of a pin, bandanna or t-shirt. It was posted to store windows and wrapped around car hoods to express sympathy for those who lost loved ones, membership in a community directly impacted by 9/11 and national solidarity.

It was also a way to protect one’s self during a time of great fear and suspicion.

It is this working through the open wound of trauma that interests me, with all of its beautiful coming together and all of its hideous scars.

Commemorating 9/11, working through that trauma, can be found subtly embedded throughout the cultural landscape today, in both public and personal spaces.

While at the Millenium Hilton Hotel this past September I noticed a framed flag tucked discreetly in the corner of the lobby near the bag check area. A plaque beside the flag read, “Never Forget. This American Flag flew on Tuesday, September 11, 2001, over the Millenium Hilton Hotel. Hotel employees rescued the flag and raised it again at the Hotel’s reopening on Monday, May 5, 2003.”

Lobby of the Millenium Hilton Hotel, September 12, 2010

And just yesterday, I was speaking with a colleague at work in front of the microwave, during the five-minute pause between setting the timer and the final, high-pitched ding letting us know the food was warm. Michael asked me if I was a practicing artist, aside from my work in public art administration.

This has been a difficult question for me to answer in recent years. My training is as an artist, but I went through a transitional period after 9/11, replacing the crafting of the object with the careful pairing of words. Ironically, it has been difficult for me to form a succinct response to the question Michael posed. On Friday I answered simply, “It wasn’t as meaningful for me after September 11.”

And this was the start of a kitchen conversation about 9/11.

It turns out Michael was living in Los Angeles in 2001, but working as a consultant for a company located in the World Trade Center complex. He was scheduled to be in one of the towers just a week after they fell. He lost 5 friends in those buildings.

When he returned to New York that October, he purchased a framed photo of the towers as they once stood. The photo is in his office today, all these years later,  surrounded by the business cards of the people he worked with in those now absent twins.

Office memorial, image courtesy of Michael D. White

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§ One Response to The Open Wound of Trauma

  • Carole Lax says:

    Like I said, huge tragedy strikes again & is commemorated in similar ways. Its been all too frequent. Its kind of an epidemic, like the assassinations of John Kennedy, MLK and Bobby Kennedy in such quick succession, The way of the world we live in…….

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