Union Square
New York City
September 2001

Union Square is a public park in the center of Manhattan, at 14th Street and Broadway, where Midtown becomes Downtown and the East Side meets the West Side. Long a gathering place for dissidents and activists, in the days after September 11 it became a site of public remembrance and reflection, a place where ordinary people gave expression to their grief, uncertainty and solidarity. Impromptu shrines with candles, poems, photographs, children's art and personal mementos of the dead or missing were juxtaposed with American flags, advertisements for counseling and therapy, and flyers announcing meetings, demonstrations and vigils. An open mike provided a forum for poets and performers. Belligerent assertions of patriotism were also part of the scene, but they seemed outnumbered by warnings against vengeful retribution and calls to respect the human and civil rights of Arabs and Muslims. The photos below were taken on September 18. The Ferlinghetti poem was to be found there on a flyer that evening.


Click on each image for a full-size display. All photos by Fred Murphy.
4 Colors
1,000 Cranes
Rugby Ball
Peace with Cat
Statue
Hare Krishnas
Open Mike
Photographs
No to War
Candles
Flowers
Sketches
Quiet!
Do something brave
Design by
Aram Azeem, NY Transfer
Candles

Are There Not Still Fireflies
Are there not still fireflies Are there not still four-leaf clovers Is not our land still beautiful our fields not full of armed enemies our cities never bombed by foreign invaders never occupied by iron armies speaking iron tongues Are not our warriors still valiant ready to defend us Are not our senators still wearing fine togas Are we not still a great people in the greatest country in all the world Is this not still a free country Are not our fields still ours our gardens still full of flowers our ships with full cargoes Why then do some still fear the barbarians coming coming coming in their huddled masses (What is that sound that fills the ear drumming drumming?) Is not Rome still Rome Is not Los Angeles still Los Angeles Are these not the last days of the Roman Empire Is not beauty still beauty And truth still truth Are there not still poets Are there not still lovers Are there not still mothers sisters and brothers Is there not still a full moon once a month Are there not still fireflies Are there not still stars at night Can we not still see them in bowl of night signalling to us our manifest destiny?
—Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from How to Paint Sunlight (New Directions, 2001)