“Last summer, I came across a series of photographs of Medgar Evers’ home and the photographs raised questions for me about what it meant to live in service to a vision. I began to think about what objects of terror conscripted in service to white supremacy might have to say on a day where every animate and inanimate object of creation is moved to account for itself. The bullet’s predicament reminded me of a line in Ladan Osman’s poem ‘Ordinary Heaven’: ‘I am sorry for you, I tell her / you witness but don’t testify.’ Even while the bullet’s testimony is arrogant, refusing to move beyond: I was asked to do a thing and so I did it, I wanted to honor that impulse, to sit with the possibility of it in my own life. If an object of terror can bear witness to its own complicity and give incomplete testimony after the fact, how much more possible is it for me, with agency and vision, to misname where I am complicit and with whom.”
—Sadia Hassan