Naeem Mohaiemen

SMS Iran



Naeem Mohaiemen and Mary Walling Blackburn | video | text

2009. We meet at last, the two of us, in New York. More rallies, trying to muster up energy, for us and others. But we worry the scene is set, a flag to bolster spirits, but things feel like a shadow play, never quite ending. Every gathering with a foretold script. The security barriers mark a neutered zone for dissent. Finally though, there is this one day in Brooklyn. The air is traversed (by bridge) and the marchers walk from one bank to another. It isn't a miracle but it is beautiful. x number of women and men for x hours holding a green banner. No fist, no barbed wire, no peace symbol. Distance rescues it from exhausted protest imagery.