Thanksgiving in Brooklyn

Due to the wisdom of the COMD department at Pratt Institute, Junior Digital Survey has been pushed up a week in schedule. 

This week happens to be the week of my birthday. 

And with this expedition of my works need to be completed, I will not be spending Thanksgiving with my family this year. 

No love. No home cooked food. No family. No hugs. None of that for the first time in my life. It was bound to happen eventually, but I didn’t expect it this soon. And coupled with the coming of my best friend’s 21st birthday… We won’t be able to have our traditional birthday photoshoot.

Fine. 

I just have to deal with it. 

This has been and will continue to be a very lonely semester. Guess I should get use to the quiet…

Thank you Pratt for ruining my holidays. I’ll drown myself in a pool of alcohol to make me feel better…

howtobeterrell:

This is a photograph from a book called ‘Without Sanctuary: Lynching Photography ins America” (pub. 2004). The photo is called ‘The lynching of Frank Embree, July 22, 1899, Fayette, MO”

By all reckoning, that makes this barely 113 years old.

There are two other matching photos to the set. The one below, and the one of him hanging, which is too upsetting to post. You can see it (along with others from much later time periods here: http://chnm.gmu.edu/courses/omalley/race/four.html)

http://golden-zephyr.tumblr.com

(via black-culture)

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