Tuesday, March 17, 2015

7 billion Others

When we arrived at the 7 billion Others installation at the Museum of Photographic Arts in Balboa Park, San Diego, CA, Erasmo and I sat to watch a few videos of people from all over the world discussing love, poverty, person-hood, and many other topics that can either plague or bring joy to a human being.  The questions asked of these people were not hard questions.  They were very simple and direct. 
 
7 billion Others          www.mopa.org  
What does family mean to you?  What have you given up?  Do you feel free?  What is the greatest enemy of man?   Do you know a prayer?  What is your favorite song?  Sing it.   What does love mean to you?  Do you give enough of it?

They weren't questions that would have you thinking for ages or questions that required deep worldly knowledge.  At least this is what I would want to think.  These questions had far more implemented roots and required each person to seek further within themselves.  Their answers told so much about their character and displayed how much of the world, no matter where we find ourselves, had similar answers.  If we broadened our scope of understanding one another we would find that as a human populace we are not so different from each other.  It’s a very simple phrase to type out, a simple phrase to plaster on a FB status or puff our chests out during polite conversation.  It’s harder to come face to face with someone whom we think is entirely different from us and search all the ways they are similar.  I have difficulties with this daily. 

“What is your greatest fear?” 

A gentleman looked into the camera and smiled shyly. 

“My greatest fear is that God doesn't exist.”  He paused, looked away from the camera, looked down into his hands.  His accent dangled from my ears and they became hot.  The blood rushed into them.  He voiced what many people feel and think.  The audacity.  Oh, but the courage.

Next person, same question. 

“What is your greatest fear?”

The gentleman laughed like he’d been caught committing a crime.  I touched my elbow nervously.  His response took me by the hand and led me elsewhere.

“That God exists.” 
 
The making of 7 billion Others    sdcitybeat.com


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