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There's Something in the Water

This past Thanksgiving holiday I took my annual family trip to my home town, High Point, North Carolina. As usual it was an action packed week of good eats and life lessons. Earlier this year I decided that with each visit home that I would film and/or photograph High Point the way that I see it.

Seeing a place that you've known and loved your entire life thru the lens of a camera is totally different than seeing it day to day. Knowing the cracks of the pavement without looking down, or knowing position of the sun with each season that passes and telling time by it with no watch. All of the above move me when I think about home.

So on the last day of my trip I started walking and I realized what I should have a long time ago, "There's Something in the Water". The untold stories and secrets of the photos below help reveal the untapped heritage of the black and white divisions and decisions of High Point.

For example, I walked up Washington Street and a guy stopped me on his bike and said, "look over there if you want a good picture, they're three brothers painting on a wall". Of course with the times I was a pretty cautious, but the journalist in me decided to put his back to the wall and find out the truth. The guy was right, there were three sub 4o year old black men painting a tribute at 613 Washington Street of Who's Who in the Afro-American community. I recognized many of the faces from childhood. A few hundred yards away sits a billion dollar furniture district known to an unknown number of people across the globe. In between there lies the tracks of freedom from the generations of yesteryear and to those of the present and future.

Last but not least, the John Coltrane statue. The final element that solidifies that the water is rich in "little ole" High Point. If you visit the painting at 613 Washington Street, for those of you that don't know it will unlock many of the traditions and stories that make High Point unique. Go find it. It's there.

This is a project that I'll continue to lose myself in because I know without a shadow of a doubt, that "There's Something in the Water".




Mr. Anthony Belton of the Changing & Tides Cultural Center


Bottom Left: Jason Sturdivan Center Anthony Belton and Justin Wilson



The Wrenn Street Project (In the heart of the furniture district)



Trane Speaks


The Freedom Tracks

Comments

Tony Graham said…
J.J., this is awesome. I am so proud of you. Thank you for sharing!!
Michael said…
J.J., great story! It is amazing what we can learn when we start exploring our so called boring town. I plan on doing the same thing in my so called boring town of Goldsboro, NC. Thanks for sharing.
Anonymous said…
J.J., this is a great story about a divided community with great potential to become one. My dream is to see this process "becoming one community," take wings and climb to greater heights. As a Guilford County Commissioner and more importantly someone who love this community like you, I will continue giving my very best. I want to thank you for sharing your talents with us. Thanks for the gift!
Eve said…
Amazing as always JJ. You really captured something there. It is almost like looking at the bones of the city and having a motion picture revealed right before your eyes.
Nice work!
NitaDee said…
This a very insightful and inspiring piece, J.J. You never really "know" or "see" your home town until you leave for a while and return;your eyes are suddenly opened to all the wonders that were there all the time.

Anthony Belton, one of the painters of the wall you photographed is my brother.

He recently relocated to High Point. He is an awesome artist and activist in that town. You should check out some of his other works, he is very gifted. Thanks for sharing.

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