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Japanese bullet holes in the hanger door.

Love & Respect for all the Men and Women of the FDNY + NYPD.

 

#NeverForget

 

Image Taken : September 11, 2010.

 

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This is another of my photos from the National 9/11 Pentagon Memorial in Arlington, Virginia. It was after sunset, when I think the memorial looks best. The vibrant glow of the reflected light onto the benches lasts less than ten minutes each evening during transition to night.

The Holocaust Memorial in Berlin

 

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9/11 14th Anniversary tribute in light

 

Made a short video about the birds trapping problem - www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZoG1sLVG4A

  

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No matter how many times I see the lights, they always make me reflect. What a great memorial and I hope they can continue this in the future.

 

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Of course, I am always looking out for great private rooftops or unique public locations and if anyone knows of any please contact me via flickrmail or rbudhuphotos [at] gmail.com.

 

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Never Forget!

Isart unter der Brudermühlbrücke - ich war mit meinem Projektionsradl da und durfte auf die neuen Graffiti Bilder projizieren.

 

see a video here: youtu.be/VQCkh0Tp0to

"Sarà bene ricordare a chi non sa, ed a chi preferisce dimenticare, che l'olocausto si è esteso anche all'Italia, benché la guerra volgesse ormai alla fine, e benché la massima parte del popolo italiano si sia mostrata immune al veleno razzista." ---

Primo Levi

 

Ed il veleno razzista ... che non cessa di scorrere e dovrebbe far tremare. MAI!!! MAI PIU' UNA SHOA, MAI PIU' POLVERE NEL VENTO.....

 

Aushwitz

But the message remains..

'Never Forget..'

 

Fading, chipped street art in Sheffield..

 

Seen on the end of the Yellow Arch Studios Burton Rd, jct Neepsend Lane, Harvest Lane and Burton Road.

Done by the 'H21 Krew' in 2013..

254/365 2015

 

September 11th, Gray's Lake - Des Moines, Iowa.

 

A young child stands among the 2,977 flags commemorating the lives lost from the attacks on 9/11.

 

Never Forget!

Isart unter der Brudermühlbrücke - ich war mit meinem Projektionsradl da und durfte auf die neuen Graffiti Bilder projizieren.

 

see a video here: youtu.be/VQCkh0Tp0to

This sculpture was made by Mrs. Darlene Racicot from Canada to remind the died firemans at 11th september 2001. I'm sending it for call to mind them. (by Darlene Racicot, www.neverforget.ca/

A stunning display, in deep winter, from the Survival Tree.

 

From the 9/11 Memorial Website:

 

"A Callery pear tree became known as the "Survivor Tree" after enduring the September 11, 2001 terror attacks at the World Trade Center. In October 2001, the tree was discovered at Ground Zero severely damaged, with snapped roots and burned and broken branches. The tree was removed from the rubble and placed in the care of the New York City Department of Parks and Recreation. After its recovery and rehabilitation, the tree was returned to the Memorial in 2010. New, smooth limbs extended from the gnarled stumps, creating a visible demarcation between the tree’s past and present. Today, the tree stands as a living reminder of resilience, survival and rebirth."

 

© Web-Betty: digital heart, analog soul

Since this is the 7th anniversary of 9/11, I felt it necessary to post this image that was taken about four years ago while my son and I were visiting NYC. This is the site where the Twin Towers used to be. When I visited, I felt as though I was walking on sacred ground. I had an overwhelming sense of sadness as I thought of all those who lost their lives, and for their families.

 

Let us never forget those people. Keep their families in our prayers.

Christmas is a special time for many of us. For me, it is even more so, because it marks the end of two lives that mattered to me- my mother, who died on Christmas Day, 2008, and my cat, Tigger, who once lived in the garden where this shot was taken.

 

Tigger would lay on this bench and turn his back on me, sulking when I was getting ready to go home for the night. I used to visit him almost every day until I finally adopted him, just 4 months before Mom died. Tigger remained with me until Christmas Eve of 2012, when he, too, passed away.

 

This bench wasn't in the gardens the last time I was there. I wondered what had happened to it, and I missed it, since it held a special memory for me. It was one of the prettiest I'd ever seen, and a frequent perch for my precious Tigger. Now, like him, it lives only in photos and memories that I will never forget.

" Get your kicks through persecution.

Used as scapegoats for your exterior doubts.

Exposing weakness retarded, unworthy.

I cannot begin to comprehend how you wear such shame with vigour

Homophobic race antagonist.

Harmony can only flourish with mutual regard. "

(Aryanisms by Napalm Death from Utopia Banished 1992)

  

THE THOUGHT: Today is an important day, avoid opening

useless and sterile political debates this is not the place. Talk about numbers, not numbers, how many, where, how, in what way or when: WHAT HAPPENED WAS REAL !! I have studied it minutely for many years immersed in books, vhs, researches, documented almost ad nauseam, my conclusion? MISTAKES MADE SHOULD NEVER BE REPEATED! But the human being makes a tremendous effort to learn and forgets too easily and that is why so many things MUST BE REMEMBERED and teach the new generations to never repeat mistakes.

 

THE PHOTO: The photo is linked to war and music. I'm next to a piece of the Berlin Wall in front of the Imperial War Museums in London. This frame was used as a background for photo of a band called NAPALM DEATH dear to me and very important for a kind music scene that tends to awaken human beings with very important messages. It was taken by my wife at my request, it is nothing striking only my tribute to the band but above all a warning to tear down all those real and virtual walls that human beings create with their ignorance, arrogance and hate a message thinking that a better world is not utopia and the prerogative of a few but respect and collaboration between every human being so CHANGE YOUR LIFE !

   

Formerly in Green Park at the southern end of a long line of elephants (until "Tara" showed up), this is elephant #246, "Never Forget", by Tom Hallifax.

 

This one sold for £11,000... I wonder where it is now

 

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Never Forget!

Isart unter der Brudermühlbrücke - ich war mit meinem Projektionsradl da und durfte auf die neuen Graffiti Bilder projizieren.

 

see a video here: www.instagram.com/p/Cw52HqXxNH6/

This is one of the largest American Flags in our area and it's where I wanted to be during today's sunrise. I'm sorry it's not at half-staff. When I arrived, some employees were coming to work. I asked the first one I saw if he knew who was in charge of the flag. He asked why. I said, "Because it's supposed to be at half-staff today." He asked, "Why is that?" I answered, "Because it's 9/11." He said, "They haven't come yet.", meaning whoever is in charge of raising the flag. Anyway, it's not a government location, so it's a matter of etiquette and not mandatory for the flag to be at half-staff today. Still I hope whoever 'they' is will honor Patriot Day and 9/11 and lower the flag here.

 

The morning of 9/11 is still etched in my memory 16 years later. When I arrived at work at 7:30am PST for Coca-Cola in Sylmar, an image had just been sent to our fax machine of a Coca-Cola truck parked in front of WTC. We did not believe it was real. The next day, it was confirmed all our employees that were in the WTC and Pentagon were safe. The truck was real, one of two vehicles we lost that day. We were on lockdown for much of the day. On my way home, I wanted to buy a flag for my vehicle, but they were sold out everywhere I stopped. I had a flag for the house and it went up as soon as I got home.

 

The bravery and patriotism of that day is something I will always remember and honor.

 

A Brave Photographer

 

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40 years ago, NYC cops were paid to beat up, harass, and arrest gay people. Today there are rainbows on the cop cars.

  

Patrice Lumumba (1925–1961)

 

Patrice Émery Lumumba was born on July 2, 1925, in Onalua, Katakokola, in the Belgian Congo, into a Tetela family. Growing up in a rural community, he developed a strong sense of justice and a deep awareness of the injustices of Belgian colonialism. He attended Catholic missionary schools, but his curiosity and intelligence led him to become deeply interested in politics and the condition of his people.

 

Before independence, Lumumba worked as a clerk, but actively participated in trade unions and nationalist movements, denouncing exploitation and discrimination. His eloquence, charisma, and ability to mobilize the masses soon made him the most visible leader of the Congolese independence movement.

 

In 1960, at the age of 34, Lumumba became the first Prime Minister of independent Congo, leading a country freshly liberated from Belgian colonial rule. His vision was clear: to build a sovereign, united state, free from foreign interference and based on social justice and equality. Lumumba openly denounced the interventions of Western powers, particularly Belgium, and opposed neocolonialism that sought to control Congo’s resources.

 

However, his government was short-lived. After only a few months, due to internal and international pressures, Lumumba was overthrown in a coup orchestrated by pro-Western elements and Belgian and U.S. intelligence services. He was captured, tortured, and ultimately assassinated on January 17, 1961, in Katanga. His body was brutally dissolved in acid by his killers, a grim symbol of the cruelty of powers that feared his message of freedom and independence.

 

Lumumba is remembered as a martyr of African freedom, a symbol of courage, dignity, and resistance against colonialism and neocolonialism. His legacy continues to inspire movements for social justice and national sovereignty across Africa and the world.

I publish this series of figures to awaken consciences and to remember how many people died defending truth, justice, and the rights of the oppressed. I want to highlight the injustices that still exist and show young people that the only thing we can do is to resist, because evil still rules and continues to target those who try to make a difference. This series is an invitation to remember, reflect, and never accept injustice.

We found this tag all over Granville Island. It's the best piece of graffiti I've ever seen...

Me, atop the World Trade Center 1982.

Never Forget!

Isart unter der Brudermühlbrücke - ich war mit meinem Projektionsradl da und durfte auf die neuen Graffiti Bilder projizieren.

 

see a video here: www.instagram.com/p/Cw52HqXxNH6/

It's been 2 years since the tragic events at Pulse Nightclub in Orlando. Not much has changed since then, but we will always remember the 49 lost that night.

Nicola Sacco (April 22, 1891 – August 23, 1927)

Bartolomeo Vanzetti (June 11, 1888 – August 23, 1927)

 

Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti were two Italian immigrant anarchists living in the United States in the early 20th century. Sacco, a shoemaker by trade, and Vanzetti, a traveling salesman, were dedicated to work, family, and their political beliefs: they dreamed of a more just world, free from the oppression of the wealthy and authoritarian institutions. They were not violent criminals and had never committed murder; their lives reflected civic engagement and the pursuit of social justice.

 

In 1920, a robbery with murder in Massachusetts led to the arrest of Sacco and Vanzetti. The evidence against them was weak and contradictory, based on dubious testimonies and ethnic prejudice. Many historians — including Howard Zinn and Paul Avrich — argue that they were convicted more for their political beliefs, their Italian ethnicity, and their anarchism than for any concrete evidence of guilt. Other potential perpetrators were ignored or protected by the authorities.

 

During the seven years of trials and appeals, Sacco and Vanzetti maintained their dignity and steadfastness in their convictions. They were sentenced to the electric chair and executed on August 23, 1927, becoming universal symbols of injustice, political persecution, and discrimination. Their story serves as a reminder that true courage is staying faithful to one’s principles, even in the face of power and death.

I publish this series of figures to awaken awareness, especially among young people, about the injustices carried out by those in power. These individuals gave their lives defending freedom, justice, and the rights of the oppressed. By remembering their courage and sacrifice, I want to inspire reflection and show that the people, united and conscious, are the only force capable of resisting oppression and standing up against abuse and injustice.

Pier Paolo Pasolini (05/03/1922 – 02/11/1975) was an Italian poet, writer, filmmaker, and intellectual, one of the most fearless voices of the 20th century. He exposed injustice, hypocrisy, and corruption in every form, challenging the mafia, political power, and societal lies. His works — from novels to poetry, from films to journalism — were a relentless call to see the truth.

 

On November 2, 1975, Pasolini was brutally murdered at the Ostia seaside near Rome. The official version blamed a young man considered his friend, with whom he allegedly had a personal relationship. Later testimonies and evidence suggested that the confession was coerced and that the murder was orchestrated to silence him for his uncompromising critique of power and corruption.

 

Pasolini’s death was not just an assassination: it was a calculated act to extinguish a voice that shone too brightly. His legacy endures through his writings and films, continuing to awaken consciences and challenge lies and injustices in the world.I publish these images to honor those who were killed for truth and to keep their memory alive.

In today’s darkest times, it feels as if their voices never existed, as power continues to suppress and replace them with imitation.

These works are a reminder that truth must never be forgotten.

A day ago, our boy passed away. He got sick so fast, and there wasn't nothing they could do. He only got 7,5 years with us...

He came all the way from Greensboro N.C, and his name was ICE.

I cant really understand..

 

Contax G2 - Zeiss Planar 45mm - Kodak Porta 400.

 

Autumn 2015 (half year old)

Never Forget!

Isart unter der Brudermühlbrücke - ich war mit meinem Projektionsradl da und durfte auf die neuen Graffiti Bilder projizieren.

 

see a video here: youtu.be/VQCkh0Tp0to

This photo was taken by my father during the Second World War. He was flying supply lines in North Africa. I'm not sure which of the many planes that he flew this is, though it's most likely a Dakota. I'm sure someone out there knows.

 

Never Forget. Never again.

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