Eclipsed in Philadelphia


I dropped by Dilworth Plaza just as the first eclipse of the social media generation was reaching it’s peak here in Center City Philadelphia today.

Before I left, I grabbed this angle looking past the statue of William Penn atop Philadelphia City Hall.

Thousands of people were out, many with eclipse glasses, homemade viewers, cameras, telescopes and contraptions of all sorts. I spotted this group grabbing a selfie.

Rizzo mural defaced, 1999

The Frank Rizzo mural in South Philadelphia has been vandalized for so long that I was still shooting film when I made these pictures as police were investigating an incident near the end of the last millennium.

According to my caption written that day in October, 1999: “It appeared that light bulbs, bottles, and Christmas ornaments full of paint were thrown at the mural.”

Rizzo was the mayor of the Philadelphia through most of the 1970s, had previously been police commissioner for about four years and his reign seems to have been remembered very differently by some groups than others.

Rizzo died while running for mayor once again in 1991, just a few months before I moved to Philadelphia but neither side can let him go, even though two-thirds of today’s residents were not yet born when he was first elected.

Recent local and national events have raised the question once again this week about what this mural — as well as a Frank Rizzo statue near city hall — mean to Philadelphians and if they should be removed.

But what if instead of focusing on symbolism, we could actually address the constantly simmering, sometimes steaming relationship between police and communities in Philadelphia?

Instead of endlessly investigating each other, defending themselves, vandalizing public art and arresting suspects, what if everyone could just sit down and agree to listen to each other for once?

Why can’t we focus on peacemaking instead of exacerbating a conflict which won’t be resolved with paint, eggs or handcuffs or by preserving, tearing down or compromising on depictions of a mayor who was born nearly 100 years ago?

I have never walked the walk of a police officer nor suffered police brutality, but my career in photojournalism offered me a pretty good look at both groups and it strikes me as idiotic to think that stirring the pot with no strategy for outcomes will lead us anywhere we want to go.

Most of us want peace. But we better get to work before someone gets hurt.

Vigil for Charlottesville

There have been several gatherings in Philadelphia since last week’s violence in Charlottesville. I caught this overhead look at a candlelight vigil Sunday night on Thomas Paine Plaza.

Caught in the rain

Water from a sudden downpour pools in small boats outside the Independence Seaport Museum on the Delaware River in Philadelphia recently.

The museum’s Workshop on the Water is “dedicated to the skills and traditions of wooden boat building and sailing in the Delaware Valley and the New Jersey shore.”

Water from a sudden downpour pools in small boats outside the Independence Seaport Museum on the Delaware River in Philadelphia recently.

The museum’s Workshop on the Water is “dedicated to the skills and traditions of wooden boat building and sailing in the Delaware Valley and the New Jersey shore.”

Botched robbery scene, 1998

Philadelphia Police SWAT team officers help a woman away from the scene of a botched robbery in the Frankford section of the city in 1998. Several suspects were captured and no injuries were reported, as I recall.

If I understood and remember correctly, the suspects tried to blend in with the customers inside a check cashing shop after they were surrounded by police.

Each person was taken out separately and then sorted into suspects and witnesses during an afternoon drama that also played out on live TV.

I was shooting through a narrow gap between utility poles and obstacles from about a block away, using a Nikon F5 film camera, 500mm lens and 1.4x extender.

This is still a dramatic crop from a head-to-toe horizontal picture captured under the “El” on a wintry afternoon; so, I probably had to “push” the film too, which would explain the grainy image quality.

Addiction in Philadelphia, 1995

Local news organizations seem to be rediscovering addiction in Philadelphia recently — as overdose deaths have been skyrocketing in recent years — but it wasn’t a new problem when I took these photos in the Fairhill section of the city in 1995 and 1996. Maybe we could have done more then.

In the photo at the top of this page, men were pacing around a barrel fire for warmth in a vacant lot on West Indiana Avenue near Germantown Avenue. Drugs, needles and syringes were being sold in an open air market on the nearest corner and users were gathered inside nearby vacant houses, many of which were eventually demolished by the city.

A man and women gather some of their belongings after police ordered them out of a vacant house that neighbors complained was being occupied by drug users. Headlines at the time called these spaces “shooting galleries.”

A Philadelphia Police officer looks into a tomb inside the historic Fairhill Burial Ground. The door had been kicked in and drug paraphernalia littered the space inside.

Philadelphia Fire Department medics demonstrate treating overdose cases with naloxone for a newspaper reporter during a ride-along.

Men and women walk away after police drove them from a drug house on North Darien Street following complaints from neighbors.