Essay

Chicago's Enduring Pulse

Amidst the city's vibrant streets, a constant negotiation unfolds between celebration and sorrow, community and systemic struggle.

Jon Lowenstein4 min read
Chicago's Enduring Pulse
South Side - S. Chicago. The Ghetto Bird aka Chicago Police Helicopter was flying above the 'hood tonight. Sirens were blaring and Felix said something was happening South. Ran to the car and started rolling. I didn't have the scanner on so I just rolled around checking the neighborhood. Must've passed at least five situations with black and brown guys against the cop cars being questioned. Those are the hardest to roll up on. When the cops are jackknifed two or three deep against the curb and a civilian is standing their head down or pleading his case against the light. It's the hardest to stop, jump out and start shooting. Rolled south on Commercial until 91st and then I saw a few more police cars in an alley. They were parallel to the Metra Commuter rail tracks and they had a group of guys against the wall. A chain link fence divided us. I took a few snaps from the car and then got out to get a better view. 'I'm the press' I told the cops. They shone their flashlights in my face and then decided I was fine and let me shoot. The cops questioned them for a while and at one point said 'You'd better be careful cause those guys said they don't like their picture being taken!' 'Okay man.' I responded and continued shooting. The young man in the wheelchair rolled over slowly. 'What happened?' I asked. 'I don't know.' He said and I shot his pic. Then the cops took the cuffs off one of the guys on the wall and let them all go. The guys looked at me and one said in a menacing tone 'What's that? For a video show?' And in not so nice a way. I told him I didn't get his face and then headed out. He wasn't happy. The cops dispersed and the guys went back to what they were doing. I drove off. It was almost as if I had witnessed a play that happens over and over again each night and day. · Chicago, United States of America

The August heat hung heavy on the streets of Chicago, but a different kind of energy pulsed through the air. A young person, their face glistening with sweat, cornrow braids catching the direct sunlight, embodies this vibrant spirit. Dressed in a bright blue, satin-like costume, their open mouth suggests a shout, a song, or a deep breath drawn in the midst of celebration. This is the Bud Billiken Parade, captured in 2007 (Image 1), a cherished annual event where the city's African American community gathers to celebrate youth, culture, and enduring life. The blurred backdrop of trees, brick buildings, and a diverse crowd, including a figure in a police-like uniform, hints at the broader urban fabric — a fabric often woven with threads of both joy and profound challenge.

In 2014 Jedidiah Brown organized an anti-violence march in the South Shore neighborhood. He borrowed several coffins from a local funeral home and led a march of more than 400 people around the neighborhood. · Chicago, United States of America

The Weight of the Street

Yet, the very streets that host such vibrant celebration also bear witness to a heavier truth. Only a few years later, in 2014, the lens turns to an abandoned lot at 79th and Muskegon, a stark contrast to the parade's exuberance. Here, a man lies dead (Image 2), his silent form illuminated by a police car's beam. The photographer, drawn to the scene, is met not with answers, but with a chilling rebuke from an officer: “The photographer took his picture with a flash and killed the man lying on the ground.” This visceral encounter underscores the raw, often unacknowledged, toll of urban violence and the strained relationship between community and authority. It is a death in plain sight, yet its narrative is immediately contested, shrouded in a defensive, almost surreal, blame.

This quiet tragedy is echoed across the city. In Woodlawn, a handwritten “RIP” sign adorns a vacant storefront in 2014 (Image 5), a simple, poignant memorial to a life, or perhaps many lives, lost. These are not isolated incidents but part of a pervasive undercurrent of grief that runs through Chicago's neighborhoods, marking spaces with absence and memory.

RIP (Rest in Peace) sign on a vacant storefront in the Woodlawn neighborhood in 2014.

Structures of Disadvantage

The challenges extend beyond individual acts of violence to the very structures that shape daily life. In 2009, the back of the recently closed Guggenheim Elementary School in Englewood is defaced with gang graffiti (Image 4). This isn't just vandalism; it’s a visible scar left by policy decisions, as public schools are shuttered, their students dispersed, and their buildings repurposed or left to decay. The caption notes the ongoing debate over school reform, but for the communities impacted, these closures represent a tangible loss of a neighborhood anchor, a place of potential and learning, now overtaken by the territorial markings of despair.

Further south, the looming facade of the Cook County Jail in Chicago's Little Village neighborhood (Image 3) stands as a monumental testament to another pervasive system. In 2009, it was one of the largest county jails in the United States, a vast institution that casts a long shadow over the lives of countless families and communities. It represents the ultimate consequence of systemic failures, a place where many end up, often from the same neighborhoods grappling with school closures and street violence.

Gang grafitti is scrawled on the back of the recently closed Guggenheim Elementary School in Chicago's Englewood neighborhood. A charter school is set to open in the same building and the students were sent to nearby elementary schools, but gang grafitti covered the entire back of the building etched in chalk. Many of Chicago's Public Schools are slated for closing in the next several years. Already, many have been closed. Some are then re-opened as charter schools or new schools within the public system. One thing is for sure, the debate over how to reform public schools in the United States is far from over. · Chicago, United States

Under the Ghetto Bird

The presence of authority is not just static, like the jail, but often dynamic and confrontational. In 2014, the photographer notes the “Ghetto Bird aka Chicago Police Helicopter” circling above the South Side (Image 7). Sirens blare, and the street becomes a stage for repeated encounters: “black and brown guys against the cop cars being questioned.” Lowenstein describes the difficulty of documenting these moments, the tension of approaching an unfolding scene where individuals are vulnerable against the “jackknifed two or three deep” police presence. When he asserts his role as “the press,” he is met with flashlights and a warning: “You'd better be careful cause those guys said they don't like their picture being taken!” It's a complex dance of power, suspicion, and the urgent need to bear witness, a “play that happens over and over again each night and day,” as the photographer observes.

Street scene outside the Cook County Jail in Chicago's Little Village Neighborhood. At the time, in 2009, Cook County was one of the largest and most populous county jails in the United States.

A Resilient Roar

Yet, against this backdrop of systemic pressure and pervasive violence, the spirit of community and resistance endures. In 2014, Jedidiah Brown organized a powerful anti-violence march in the South Shore neighborhood (Image 6). He borrowed several coffins from a local funeral home, transforming symbols of individual loss into a collective statement, leading more than 400 people through the streets. This act of collective mourning and protest is a forceful reclamation of public space, a defiant demand for change. It is a moment where grief becomes a catalyst for action, where community members refuse to be silent witnesses to the ongoing toll of violence.

Chicago's streets, as these photographs reveal, are a complex tapestry of human experience. They are where the exhilaration of a parade meets the quiet horror of a dead body in an empty lot, where the promise of education gives way to the despair of closed schools, and where the heavy hand of policing is met by the determined step of activists. It is a city of enduring contrasts, where the pulse of life, in all its forms—joy, sorrow, struggle, and resilience—beats on, shaping and reshaping the urban landscape with every passing moment.

South Side - South Shore Coming home tonight I took a spin around the neighborhood. I saw a police car shining his light in an abandoned lot at 79th and Muskegon. This man was lying dead in the lot. I'm not sure if he was murdered or just died. There was no police tape up so I walked up to the body to take a picture. I took four or five before the cops ran me off, told me to cross the street and put tape around the entire lot. I asked one of the officers what happened to the man. He replied that the photographer took his picture with a flash and killed the man lying on the ground. 'Get across the street he stated more forcefully. I walked back to the other side of the street and felt the cold envelop me.

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Sweaty young person with cornrows in blue costume at Bud Billiken Parade

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