101.9 WDET presents “COVID Diaries: Stories of Resilience.”
Through WDET’s StoryMakers and in partnership with Documenting Detroit, we’ve commissioned five documentary photographers to create a multimedia introspective that taps into our shared experience of the novel coronavirus. Over ten weeks, the artists will create work under a given assignment.
This week’s assignment: “Just Stopping By.”
“Just Stopping By”
Introduction by Courtney Wise Randolph
Click play to listen to Courtney narrate the introduction to Chapter 9 of “COVID Diaries.”
In my family, cookouts are not an imaginary event hypothetically good white people aspire to be invited to.
They’re real, nearly constant mass gatherings of my favorite people in my uncle’s backyard. The apex of these weekly affairs is The August Party, so named for the many birthdays we Parnells get to celebrate in that month. It’s not a couple of households that gather for this event, either. I’m talking hundreds of members of my family, from near and far, both Parnells by birthright and those adopted into our tribe by hearts, gather one night each year to laugh, dance, drink, and most of all, eat good barbecue.
The most glaring truth about The August Party 2020 is that it ain’t happening — not for the reasons we want it to, at least.
So, what are we to do? We’re a large, huggie-kissy, close-knit family whose favorite summertime activity is discovering new sides or drinks to share alongside long-perfected barbecue.
Well — we’re sneaking in pop-bys.
There’s no such thing as “just dropping something off” and turning around to leave, unless doors stay completely shut between interacting parties and no audible conversation is made. To make a successful drop and run to my mother, I have to put said package by her door, drive away, and then call to say I made the drop. She holds the phone until the package is safely inside and then we talk for thirty minutes about the quality of this week’s cherries at the grocery store.
If I dare enter the house, like I did when I stopped by to measure my uncle’s rooms to prepare his house for sale, I go ahead and plan for two hours because measuring the rooms is a ten-minute job at best, but he’s always got a good story to tell and finds a way to feed me a rib, too.
Those are the rules. I didn’t make them, I just benefit from them.
It’s the best and worst part of this season. In grief and in joy, my family literally lifts me up, with rib-cracking, back-bending hugs, raucous laughter, and food made with love. I miss them all, even the cousins who inspire my deepest sighs and make me wonder how far I can roll my eyes into the back of my head.
Speaking of which, there’s got to be some coupons or something I can ride over to their mailbox.
Everyone’s experience is different.
WDET is inviting you to share your own COVID Diaries.
Take a picture or video that reflects your own interpretation of the weekly theme.
Post your photo, tagging @wdetdetroit and #WDETCOVIDDiaries
Rosa María Zamarrón
“Even though you’re far away, just being able to see them is really nice.”
For this week, I tried to document when I was visiting my friends.
And the people that I photographed were some people that I really missed during quarantine. It was just really nice to be able to have a face-to-face conversation and not be on a computer, especially with how tough the weeks have been with all the emotions that are going through me.
Just having that interaction, even though you’re far away, just being able to see them is really nice.
I miss everybody, very much.
— Rosa María
Rachel Elise Thomas
“I felt so spoiled and loved. I’m definitely going to continue visiting friends in backyards and being safe.”
So I celebrated my 32nd birthday this past Sunday, on Father’s Day.
My birthday is the first day of summer, and sometimes summer solstice and Father’s Day happens on the same day. So my dad and I, we both have our day. It’s funny because looking back, I thought “My birthday won’t be a COVID birthday,” but it still was.
It wasn’t eventful, but later on in the coming week, my awesome friends made up for that.
One of my friends cooked in my honor. She grilled and I spent time in her backyard with her and her roommates. And then the next day, another friend of mine surprised me with beautiful flowers and a gift. I felt so spoiled and loved. I’m definitely going to continue visiting friends in backyards and being safe.
I prefer it more than going out to certain places, honestly. I feel great.
“Going to places time and time again can create a sense of comfort for us.”
This week’s theme made me think a lot about the familiar places that we know and love. I decided to photograph Belle Isle because it’s a place that I can just pop in and pop out of. I live about a mile from the park, so I’m often there running or driving around.
I’ve met so many people on Belle Isle over the years. I truly consider it my stomping grounds. Apparently, I’m not alone.
I took my camera to the beach and I had this really cool experience where I ran into a family who I had photographed years prior in the same exact spot.
And I asked the family, is this a place that you guys come to often? And she said yes.
And it made me really think about how much place matters, and how much ritual matters. Going to places time and time again can create a sense of comfort for us. When those places are taken away, they can create a pretty big void.
I was pretty excited to go to one of those places this week and really photograph what places means to me.
Darryl DeAngelo Terrell
“I took it upon myself to try to find joy during this time.”
We just got hit with an uncomfortable amount of police brutality videos and situations around the country.
And like, me personally, the way that I grieve these things is difficult. I have a hard time sleeping and things like that.
So, I took it upon myself to try to find joy during this time.
Just turning 29 this past Tuesday, it was one of my cousin’s anniversary parties so I went over there. And then during the entire celebration of the anniversary party they had the protest on the TV, so we were having conversations about the protests.
The images that I have are simple images of me stopping by my family’s house or my best friend stopping by my house for my birthday.
You know, finding an inkling of joy is important for self-care and mental health at a time when our Black lives feel that they don’t matter.
Erik Paul Howard
“I hope that sometime in the future, we visit each other because we know that that’s the best way to take care of each other.”
There’s a lot, right now, that we don’t know.
Despite the risks, we visit each other. Despite the risks, we’re gathering to challenge what we’ve come to know as normal. In a time and a place where information and education and health and safety and care are not normal currency, we visit each other because we’re all that we have. I hope that sometime in the future, we visit each other because we know that that’s the best way to take care of each other.
In the midst of all of this, it is nice to get outside, to be around other people that are outside, especially when those are people that care about you in the way that you’re trying to care about them. It’s nice to see folks’ faces in-person that you haven’t seen in a while. Whether that’s through a car window or out in the open, in nature, walking down the street and seeing them on their porches, these are all really nice seasonal things that we’ve become accustomed to over the years, that this year feel very special.