whitehot | January 2012: New Orleans African American Museum
For fans of David Simon, the Tremé conjures a vivid and sonic narrative. The HBO series tells of the everyday in immediate post-Katrina New Orleans, focusing, at least symbolically, on the Tremé neighborhood, located northwest of our more traditional pop culture referent: the overly pastied and vomited Bourbon Street. I need not summarize this show. Turn on New Orleans’ WWOZ and you’ll get a free taste of the music and the goings-on that distinguish the city’s, and the show’s, unrelenting soundtrack and joie de vivre. It is the rhythm of New Orleans musicians that underpins Tremé the show and, more importantly, Tremé the neighborhood. The series emphasis on music, local characters, and African American tradition attempt the difficult task of abstracting, without summarizing, a city with many faces. Which is to say, follow this city’s siren and float yourself to this exceptional quarter. On a recent trip to New Orleans, I had the good fortune of visiting the New Orleans African American Museum (NOAAM), a Tremé institution that offers a unique combination of the historical and the contemporary. With a focus on Tremé’s cultural history, the NOAAM provides a comprehensive, albeit slight, look at this impressive, often exploited, neighborhood. Situated on a former plantation, the museum holds a collection of artifacts that tell an uncommon history of interracial freedom. Haitian Creoles, including women, freed slaves and whites established the neighborhood in 1812. For much of its early history, the Tremé was an anomaly not just in the South – home to one of the largest and most prosperous community of free people of color in all of the United States.
Which brings me to what brought me to the NOAMM in the first place. Curator Dan Cameron established the Prospect biennial in the underplayed Crescent City as a means of aiding its revitalization post-Katrina. Cameron has procured exhibition space at the NOAMM for both Prospect editions (Prospect 1, 2008/9; Prospect 2, 2011/12). This year, a cotton candy colored cottage displays photographs from Lorraine O’Grady’s Art Is…, a 1983 performance, which challenged the conception that African American artists could not participate in the avant-garde. During the Harlem African American Day parade, O’Grady sent a cast of ladies marching alongside an enormous float-ed frame. Frames in hand, the women put spectators in their frames, an easy, but sincere, reference to the “art is everything” conceit of the avant-garde. Visit this museum for its fluidity, as well as its historical insight. The website requests that visitors “call ahead to find out what is on display.” In November, Dr. John came by for a chat. This is a city of unexpected delights, and voodoo only has a little bit to do with it.
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