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Ann Hamilton is a visual artist internationally acclaimed for her large-scale multimedia installations, public projects, and performance collaborations. Her site-responsive process works with common materials to invoke particular places, collective voices, and communities of labor. 

An address to the Nation

August 9 2020

Ann Hamilton with Ameneh Chan, Ashby Edmunds-Warby, Enzio Purewal, Felix Bahrou, Isabel Metz, Kip Rodes, Matteo Ornelas, Malachi Edmunds-Warby, Nora Rodes, Sabine Bahrou, Solvi Updyke, and Sidney Griffin

I.

Good evening MY FRIENDS

Tonight the sun sets as it does every night 

But our future morning is uncertain

This nation has suffered  enormous LOSS 

 A loss of people 

A loss Of Faith in each other 

 A loss Of Trust  in our Civic institutions. We have become divided from each other  And  this division causes great Pain.

The issues that face us are not simple  Few problems  have only one cause  But this loss of trust challenges  the very core of our nation.

HOW do we renew our faith in each other,  in our institutions  and in the possibility of  our  Constitutional democracy?

II.

I know I have the body of a child  But I have the heart of a president

And I wear the cloth of the nation.

A piece of woven cloth is a democratic object  Each thread must do its part  for the strength of the cloth to hold each thread  must work  with all the  other threads  if it is to cushion a body’s weight  keep a body warm ,  shelter  and protect  a  body from the sun and the rain But this cloth of our nation  is threadbare.

Some strands 

have grown thick  and bloated, they pull and distort.  others   have  become thin and given way  Some are slack,  unhoused,  apart.

When we cede support of the most powerful  thread 

Over support of the weaker one 

The cloth warps  When pain and  prosperity  are not equally shared Our cloth cannot ease  the pull of  an  arm’s reach  grace the swing of a step sustain many wearings. Without each thread  crossing with its neighbor

In a graceful dance,

Our cloth will not hold.

It is a form constantly  in motion – 

And like the possibility of our 

Democracy  

Will  never  be complete

Will  always be forming 

Is always being made and remade,

Stitched and unstitched, In  a  weaving  into  concordance  The individual desires and rights which must serve  the common good  for the cloth to hold.

Let the cloth we make 

 

be a cloth of  Service.

 

by our actions 

let us shape 

 

our 18​th​ century constitution with a 21​st​ century loom. 

 

For a wise man once said

 

Man did not weave the web of life, 

 

he is merely a strand in it

 

whatever he does to the web he does also to himself 

 

III.

 

So let us go then, you and I,

 

back to the loom and cover our nakedness

 

by weaving anew 

 

time past 

 

and time present.

 

Somewhere 

 

I read  that 

 

history may be servitude, 

 

history may be freedom.

 

Somewhere I read 

 

that Injustice anywhere is a threat 

 

to justice everywhere. 

 

Somewhere I read 

 

that we have a rendezvous with destiny. 

 

And we have one single garment of destiny 

 

which ties together 

all our nation’s rich promises.

 

It promises that everyone 

 

has healthy food grown in fertile soils.

 

It promises that everyone 

 

can have an affordable place called home.

 

It promises 

 

free education for the mind 

 

and medicine for the body.

 

It promises meaningful work and a fair wage.

 

STRENGTH in each of these 

 

When woven together 

 

Will mend the cloth of this nation

 

Will be 

 

Strength for All.

 

Begin with your neighbor

 

Begin with a stranger

 

Tie your thread to theirs 

 

You are each other’s only hope 

 

Your extended hand

 is 

 

an opportunity 

 

for reciprocity 

 

Do not withdraw it in fear.

 

The definition of liberty is yours to make

 

Is a responsibility 

 

for you to take 

 

And this is the time 

 

for getting to work 

 

Thank you my friends for your service.

 

Guide your individual thread with care 

 

For the cloth does not belong to us 

 

We belong to the cloth

 

We are tied in a single garment of destiny

 

 

The light may dim as I speak these words,

 

But 

 

as the day breaks, 

 

Let the cloth we make 

 

shine 

 

in the new morning light 

 

And from this cloth 

 

Let us make 

 

a blanket 

 

to bear and birth 

 

a future for all