new york magazine /

November 5, 2012

rewind matra brathwaite No Comments

I took the above picture last Thursday. Three days after Hurricane Sandy blew into town. Two full days after having the devastation that she left behind fully ingrained into my consciousness. On Thursday, I walked around Brooklyn, surveyed the damage, talked to people, shared stories, found ways to be helpful and felt my beloved city take in the warmth and hope from its citizens. At one crosswalk, I happened to glance up and saw these red hearts dangling from a wire. Now, I’m used to seeing ghost shoes but this was the first time I had ever seen a pair of red hearts. As cheesy as it sounds, I felt a camaraderie with whoever had thrown them up there. I couldn’t be sure that it was because of Hurricane Sandy...