12 Feb 1997

Thousands of short, silent, colorless, 16mm films have been shot in Washington Square Park. The majority are projected a few times before disappearing into a box or a landfill. 

This is mine, which comically pits two NYC archetypes against each other.

Filmed on 12 February 1997, the day might have been forgotten if not for what happened after returning the camera rig. I sprinted over to Astor Place to catch the tail end of a bizarre press conference—my favorite rock band announcing their new tour inside the KMart lingerie department. Only in New York.

Memorabilia from the day

The reluctant warrior

In hindsight, his words ring hollow, but to a boy easily seduced by the deceptive excitement of war, it was a thrill to receive a personal reply from the military’s highest ranking officer.

I wrote to Colin Powell (then Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff) for a middle school journalism assignment. The 1991 US-Iraq war was about to escalate, and I was thrilled to experience it from my protective suburban American bubble. Big stories require big sources, so I aimed high and unexpectedly succeeded.

“I have no good feelings about war,” he wrote. “It’s unpredictable, brutish, deadly, and diverts resources that could be used for other things. But that said, there are some things that can only be resolved by war.”

It’s difficult to imagine him retaining those feelings in 2003, when, as Secretary of State, he presented the case to return to Iraq under flimsy pretenses—a war that ultimately wasted vast amounts of money and lives and created more problems than the fruitless one it intended to resolve.

Despite my disappointment in his leadership, I remain eternally grateful that someone so instrumental in managing global affairs had taken the time to reply to an inquisitive kid. If anything, General Powell taught me to distrust calls for war, even when they come from a seemingly reluctant warrior.

Read the full letter below:

Letter from Colin Powell, 25 Jan 1991.

Letter from Colin Powell, 25 Jan 1991.