Fire, Ashes, Fear: Bushwick in the 1980s by Meryl Meisler

Big Shadow ©Meryl MeislerBy Catherine Kirkpatrick (PWP is reformatting its archival blogs, and decided to begin with this post on longtime member Meryl Meisler. Originally published in 2011 during her show at Soho Photo Gallery, is timely because an exhibition of her earliest work will open February 25, 2016 at the Steven Kasher Gallery in Chelsea.)

It didn’t seem right. Why would a New York City teacher with benefits and a pension leave a full-time post right before Christmas? Everyone knew that Bushwick was a dangerous part of Brooklyn, and terrible thoughts and speculation began. Was the teacher even alive? Had she been…killed?

Thus began Meryl Meisler‘s artist statement for her 2011 Soho Photo Gallery show, but in 1981 it was a real concern. She’d had one camera stolen–not on the street, but in the classroom where she taught on the Lower East Side. But Bushwick, an area in north Brooklyn bordering on Bedford-Stuyvesant and Brownsville, was worse. Tourist guides left it out. No one wanted to go there. Meisler hesitated, but knew if she didn’t take the job, she’d slide to the bottom of the Department of Education’s list. She said yes.

In 1981 fear ran through the city. Dark days lay behind (the ’77 blackout, near bankruptcy, crime), and dark days lay ahead (more crime, AIDS, and crack cocaine). Every section was on edge, but some were worse than others. Bushwick was widely considered the worst. At least a few politicians ventured to the Bronx for photo ops (most famously Jimmy Carter in 1976), but no one went to Bushwick.

Last Wall ©Meryl Meisler

Its trip down had begun in the 1960s when working class families migrated to the suburbs, replaced by poorer families displaced by well-intentioned urban renewal projects elsewhere. As light industry and breweries vanished, so did jobs. There were Federal Housing Administration schemes, schemes by greedy landlords, and redlining by banks that stopped the flow of money to residents. Landlords torched buildings for insurance money and to oust tenants, and kids torched buildings because there was nothing else to do. Fire was a deadly, ever-present threat. The number of Welfare recipients rose, and by 1977, 80% of the population was unemployed. Infant mortality rates were the highest in the city, schools were overcrowded, drugs were rampant and dropout rates were high.*

Many of the problems were citywide. From 1973 to 1976, New York lost 340,000 jobs,** and in 1975 came close to bankruptcy. 1976 saw the worst crime stats ever, as well as the debut of New York’s infamous serial killer, Son of Sam. How bad could it get?

Three Amigos ©Meryl Meisler

Worse. On July 13th 1977, Meryl Meisler and a friend were planning to boogy down at Studio 54 to the throbbing disco beat of Donna Summer and KC & the Sunshine Band. But any sunshine New York had was fading fast and it was about to get very, very dark. At 8:37 p.m., lightening struck power lines at a substation in Westchester, triggering a short.***  As Con Ed managers struggled and failed to readjust electrical loads, lights winked out all over the metropolitan area. As Meisler and her friend pedaled uptown, the night seemed to grow thicker. By the time they reached Studio 54 and found it closed, and a great darkness–vast, enveloping and complete–had settled like a shroud over the City of New York.

In the chaotic looting that began, Bushwick was the epicenter. In the main shopping district along Broadway (named after Manhattan’s famous avenue), stores were cleaned out and many set on fire. When the anger and darkness and burning were through, Bushwick, an area that had clung to its working class identity, lay in ruins.

For New York, the blackout represented rock bottom, the moment when all the terrible trends that had been gathering coalesced into one giant, awful photo op that the world, country and city could no longer deny or turn away from. Something–many things–had to be done.

Ode to Ansel Adams ©Meryl MeislerBy the time Meryl Meisler arrived in 1981, Bushwick had cooled down and settled into its role of urban ghost town. Photographic series exploring urban decay often feature great swaths of graffiti-covered brick, but in Bushwick, many walls simply weren’t there. The first thing that strikes you in her images from this time is the amount of rubble. It’s everywhere, all over the place–blocks and blocks of it–pierced by an occasional tottering facade or low cluster of houses that seem to lean against each other for support. There is a sense of eerie quiet, almost peace; you feel as if the images were taken in some distant war-scarred city, not a few miles from the financial center of the world.

Meisler took it in with an unflinching eye, coming to appreciate it’s strange beauty. There were ruins that rivaled anything from ancient Rome, a pure light unimpeded by tall buildings, magnificent backgrounds of clouds and sky. The surviving structures “whispered stories” and seemed to be “waiting for their portraits.” Meisler obliged. There were also street scenes reminiscent of small town life, filled with people who despite poverty, went about their lives and conveyed a sense of joy. That is what she focused on.

Using a low-cost point-and-shoot camera with cheap slide film, she began photographing on her way from the subway to the school, then back again on her way home. She was polite, always asking permission. When urban historian, Adam Schwartz, was planning a show on Bushwick in 2006, her name came up, and the little boxes of slides began to come out of the basement.

Marisol in White ©Meryl MeislerThey weren’t in great shape. There were color shifts, nicks, and occasional green spots of mold. She began digitizing, then used Photoshop to color correct and clean up flaws. Which, she believes, didn’t change the reality. Initially she outsourced the printing, but now handles it herself. “I am a printer’s daughter,” she says, “no one could be as obsessive about them as yours truly.”

Looking at the magnificent output, it’s easy to forget Meisler had a day job, but she did, and took it very seriously. She has won many awards, including a Disney American Teacher Award, an Adobe Youth Voices Grant, a Chase Active Learning Grant, and a New York Foundation For The Arts Fellowship. She also started a photography program at I.S. 291, integrating “the children’s personal stories, health topics and…the history of the neighborhood.” Students’ work was exhibited in storefronts, parking lots, and projected onto building walls, in addition to being shown alongside the work of famous artists in galleries and museums.

Till the 1977 blackout, Bushwick wasn’t on anyone’s radar. The focus always seemed to be someplace else, generally the Bronx, which drew photo ops and the attention of presidential hopefuls like Jimmy Carter in 1976. But after the blackout, with a mayoral election looming, Bushwick came to the fore. Prodded by extensive New York Daily News coverage, democratic front runners Ed Koch and Mario Cuomo pledged to rebuild the decimated housing stock. According to John Dereszewski, then District Manager of the Bushwick Community Board, it was a huge challenge: ”I remember walking through the area and tripping over the ground and wondering ‘what the hell am I doing here?’ Was it hopeless?”

The answer is no, but its rebirth has been a long, tough slog, that isn’t over. Redevelopment started slowly, and the Koch administration began an immediate demolition program to clear abandoned buildings, which made the area safer and less demoralizing. Trees were planted, and through community involvement and pressure, the housing that was built was in keeping with the low-rise nature of the neighborhood.**** In recent years, with affordable rents, Bushwick has become very attractive to young people and creatives, and cafes, bars and galleries have opened.*****

And Meisler also learned that her predecessor, the teacher many presumed dead, was alive and well and working nearby in Bushwick.

©Meryl MeislerMeisler has had several shows of her Bushwick work at the Living Gallery and Bizarre, which also published her two books (A Tale of Two Cities: Disco Era Bushwick, and Paradise & Purgatory SASSY ’70s Suburbia & The City). On February 25, an exhibition of Meisler’s earliest work of family and friends in her hometown of Massepeaqua and 1970′s nightlife will open at the Steven Kasher Gallery, 515 West 26th Street in Manhattan. It will run through April 9, 2016.

*     Mahler, Jonathan,  The Bronx in Burning, Picador, 2006, pages 206 – 213
**      Mahler, Jonathan,  The Bronx in Burning, Picador, 2006, page 224
***    Mahler, Jonathan,  The Bronx in Burning, Picador, 2006, pagse 178-179
****   John A. Dereszewski, Bushwick Notes: From the 70′s To Today, and phone interview
*****  T. Paul Cox, e-mail comments

(Sorry-couldn’t get the superscript working in WordPress! – Catherine Kirkpatrick)


One thought on “Fire, Ashes, Fear: Bushwick in the 1980s by Meryl Meisler

  1. Karen Cohen

    Sing praise to the brave women of this world who strive forward, throw fear aside and EXPLORE the unknown. We honor and remember them always.


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