Ken Jacobs – 3X3D

"…in a world of continuously streaming images, an artist like Mr. Jacobs challenges the tyranny of visual uniformity, and not simply with angry words." -Manohla Dargis, The New York Times, October 6, 2011 To watch these films in 3D, you will need: FULL HD 3D TV + COMPATIBLE 3D GLASSES + BLU-RAY 3D PLAYER Contents Blankets for Indians America was told by God to manage the globe, at a profit, only first having to clear away prior nations living on this land mass before venturing offshore (though not before taking half of Mexico and some failed attempts to wrest Canada from Canadians). Surely you asked when a child, “Daddy, what was America doing so far from home when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor?” “Grabbing Hawaii, darling, and much more”, Daddy may have answered. Bush and Cheney were religiously observant when they opted to enrich Halliburton further, when with their 9/11 pretext -arranged with the Saudis- they invaded Iraq and Afghanistan and the Middle East generally. This movie shows dissenters to the American mission marching down New York’s lower Broadway to gather at Zuccotti Park where the Occupy Wall Street kids were standing their ground. We live close to where the crowd turned onto Broadway and swept us along. A Primer In Sky Socialism We lived next to The Brooklyn Bridge on its Manhattan side until the two bullies, Eminent Domain and Urban Renewal, forced us to move two blocks away from it. Along with many others we love the bridge and when non-New Yorkers visit we see that they mount and walk it at its height. They must learn the story of its designer and builder -also socialist, philosopher and poet- John Roebling and how the work was completed after he died by his son Washington and daughter-in-law Emily. Flo and I actually helped establish a tradition in the ‘Sixties when we would climb it New Year’s Eve just before midnight with maybe another half dozen visitors and today hundreds gather, no, thousands. One hears many languages on the bridge, young people, sober and polite, from many lands. There’s distant fireworks at 12 and the crowd descends. The Guests We lived next to The Brooklyn Bridge on its Manhattan side until the two bullies, Eminent Domain and Urban Renewal, forced us to move two blocks away from it. Along with many others we love the bridge and when non-New Yorkers visit we see that they mount and walk it at its height. They must learn the story of its designer and builder -also socialist, philosopher and poet- John Roebling and how the work was completed after he died by his son Washington and daughter-in-law Emily. Flo and I actually helped establish a tradition in the ‘Sixties when we would climb it New Year’s Eve just before midnight with maybe another half dozen visitors and today hundreds gather, no, thousands. One hears many languages on the bridge, young people, sober and polite, from many lands. There’s distant fireworks at 12 and the crowd descends.