Lincoln Memorial


This image brings to mind history, not as a subject to be studied but as a lived experience. The posture of the woman seems to say she is exhilarated, feeling the power of the place in that moment. As well, her juxtaposition with the columns and the sculpture provides a symbol of humanity standing on the threshold, looking to the future from a background of struggle and achievement—triumph over adversity and a shift in social consciousness.

The way I was taught, history amounted to a series of wars and power struggles, accounts of people who led notorious lives in the context of making or engaging in tragedies and atrocities, always from the perspective of Western civilization. Nothing before it. And barely acknowledging that cultures in Africa, Polynesia, Australia and New Zealand, Central and South America, China and the rest of Asia even existed. Japan was an exception because of World War II.

Much later, graduate courses in anthropology introduced me to Native American Studies, Primitive Religion, ethnology and the tools of archaeology, paleontology and art history. Wars and conflicts were part of it, but there was so much more! Exposure to the values, customs and belief systems of a much expanded list of cultures opened my eyes to the validity of and underlying reasons for differences in perceived realities and how people responded to them. I discovered that, irrespective of time, place, religious beliefs or social conditions, even genetics, we human beings have more in common than we do in difference. And that we have been motivated by the same quests since the discovery of fire—survival, health and happiness, comfort, affection and affiliation, creative expression and the making of meaning to name some of the more obvious.

From this broader perspective, history is less about “Who did what to whom, when, why and how,” and much more about identity and perception. Who were these people? What was their primary motivation? What did they aspire to? How did they use their capabilities and technologies, to what end, and what was the outcome? In our time, the mass media provides ample demonstrations of humanity struggling to coordinate, to resolve and integrate differences in perception. How do we view God, the cosmos, the world and our place in it? And what is our proper relation to those who do not share our perception? In answering these questions through action rather than words, a culture constructs their identity. While our souls may be perfect in being, we are as yet imperfect in becoming. So how do we, given what we say of ourselves and how we see the world, manage our individual and collective responses to change? I like to think it’s by attending to our own “house” rather than tearing down anyone else’s.

The image above leads me to consider the office of President of the United States, which, in large part is about defining who we are as a people—what we believe, value, and our view of the world—in order to play our role on the world stage and respond to change appropriately, that is, to secure the health and well-being of the nation and world, including the Earth. The primary guideline, of course, is the United States Constitution and its amendments in support of “We the people.” Beyond but including Abraham Lincoln’s many accomplishments, his vision and integrity, I appreciate with gratitude the shift that he affected in the way we perceived ourselves—a nation united, a people undivided, “With liberty and justice for all.” From the perspective of human evolution, it was a contribution of the highest order, an increase in consciousness as the world became more complex.

For me, the Lincoln Memorial is not just a reminder of the man and his legacy. It’s one among many monuments around the world that celebrate the struggle and quest to discover what it means to be more fully human. On the surface it may appear that History is about struggle and power. It’s actually about human identity and perception, their triumphs and failures as the species evolves.

In our time, what is at issue is the very nature of humankind, the image we have of our limits and possibilities. History is not yet done with its exploration… of what it means to be human. 

C.Wright Mills

About This Image

Title: Lincoln Memorial

File #: 057-C3

After a long day of deliberation, a group of friends and I were high with excitement about a project we were working on. Someone suggested we visit “Mr. Lincoln.” So around midnight, we climbed the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. I’m tempted to say that someone inside was “playing” his flute, but that’s not accurate. He was sounding it, sending pulses of tone like puffs of smoke into the chamber, letting them diminish into silence before making another sound. Note after note, and an occasional flourish or trill, filled the chamber with reverberating sound. It sent chills up my spine like never before. The prickling  became so intense I clasped my hands over the top of my head to contain it. Besides the flute-layer and a guard, we were the only ones there. Six of us stood in silence for about a half hour, just listening, wandering and watching—like the woman in this photograph. At times, the sounds were so exhilarating they seemed to lift me off the floor.

We spoke with the flutist afterward and I arranged to return the next night with a video camera to interview him and record his magnificent, reverberating sounds. He wasn’t there. Unlike the guard who’d ignored us the previous night, the guard that night said the park service didn’t allow musical instruments inside the chamber. So while I didn’t do any taping, I made photographs with a 35mm camera. Fortunately, I had a telephoto lens with me. I had a heavy tripod for the video camera, but the bolt was too big for the still camera, so I just set the camera on top of the tripod head to steady it. The long exposure made the image a little soft but I was able to sharpen it a bit in Photoshop.

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2 thoughts on “History

  1. I love this photograph. When I view, what I see is the weight of the stone and the weight of Lincoln’s responsibilities – his thoughts, his mental health, the paradoxes and conflicts he was living with and the hardship of the decisions he had to make as a man and as a leader. His weightiness set in stone, set in history is in contrast with the woman who is alive, vibrant and seemingly more carefree, light on her feet. Could it be that she can feel alive and carefree because of the hardships and sacrifices of the past? That’s the meaning I make here. Your contemplation helps me reflect on my own first insights into history (all war at school) but at home in our family, you and Mom introduced me to the richness of cultures early on and regularly feed me with a wide range of ways of identities and perceptions that helped shape my own curiosity and added to the richness of my own understanding and experience. Thank you! Both are beautiful – the photograph and the contemplation!


  2. David, the gift of your use of words here or in your wonderful novels takes one into the textures & sounds, setting a scene where you can feel colors reverberating around you! All of your artistic expression takes us up into a fresh dimension. Always I thank you sincerely!



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