NOTE: The image titles used in this section derive from
their original "exhibition" in a Push Pin show done
at the Atlanta Photography Gallery during the Convention itself,
and a later juried exhibition of that work at the Atlanta Chamber
Despite the obvious sincerity of my intentions, evidenced
by my forsaking paid employment for the week the Convention was
in town, the Powers That Be (like the Secret Service) were not
impressed enough to let me in, although I did finally get credentials
for the closing night.
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But for most of the time, I was limited to photographing only in areas that were publicly
accessible (which was excellent training for my later Olympics experience). Just across
the street from the Omni, where the convention itself was taking place, was the
Designated Protest Area. Here, humans of all persuasions lobbied their agendas,
in sometimes amusing ways. The man at left, with his little hand scrawled cardboard sign
reading "I do not welcome the democrats," appears to have cleared the place.
".....and Jesus is a LaRouchian"
The original title for this piece sounds
a bit dated and obscure now. In the hot July sun, I watched this guy for about 20
minutes, and while I assume he was breathing, and maybe even blinking now and then,
he otherwise...did...not...move. At all...
"The Birdman & The Duke of Death"
The folks holding the "Duke of Death" banner are the genesis of Operation Rescue.
More on that later....
The Birdman, well, he had his own rap going, "The Democratic
Bird cain't fly with just one wing. Gotta have a left wing and a right wing, too. Gotta
work together." He made as much sense as anybody that week.
"Society for the Preservation
of Dubious Protests"
I found out later from one of his columns, this is Dave Barry, author and syndicated columnist
for the Miami Herald. He and one of his fellow members of the press were bored by the lack
of news activity (it was a quite predictable convention), and amused by the efforts of their
brethren to find *something* interesting. So, they decided to dress up as boxheads, with
"Do Not Disturb" door hangers around their neck instead of credentials, and pass out their
manifesto (no, I didn't get one), just to see what fools would point their cameras at them.
Fool # 236 present, and accounted for.
"Convention News: Mimes Can Talk!"
These folks pushed the mime envelope. #1, they engaged in no traditional
mime activity (trapped in a box, imitating irritated passerby,
etc.), and #2, the guy not only talked, he SCREAMED! So much so,
he had virtually lost his voice. An everyday example of karma:
if you dress up as a mime to further your political cause and/or
makeup fetish, the Gods of Irony may give you laryngitis.
"Stop Making Sense Parade 7/21/88"
I really don't know what to say. I think the photo, and the title (their name for their
own parade) pretty much say it all....
Operation Rescue, the anti-abortion movement headed at the time by Randall Terry, chose
this Convention to expose themselves to the world. In this case, they introduce themselves
to members of The Children's Press by holding out what they claim was an aborted fetus found
in the dumpster of some hospital. A fine How-Do-You-Do....
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