November 23 will mark 10 years since Marion Barry passed away.
Growing up in the 90s as a white kid in the DMV Barry was the butt of a lot of jokes in my childhood. But as I grew into my 30s I came to see another side of Barry. As video professional I would see Barry out and about in the community – attending press conferences, opening banks or acting in other ceremonial capacities. It was very clear he was well loved – not universally perhaps, but very deeply and he had earned a reverence and deep appreciation amongst his people.
Before passing, Barry wrote a last will and testament saying he wanted his body carried by horse drawn carriage from the Wilson building through the streets of Anacostia – he wanted to say goodbye to his people one last time.
I knew that was going to be something special. I grabbed my camera and jumped on a bike and set out to photograph, video, and interview the people along the processional. Almost every person of color I spoke with had a story about how Barry had personally helped them in a profound way – a housing program he initiated which allowed them to buy their first home, a jobs program Barry created which blossomed into a career, a scholarship which allowed someone to go to school, a loan program he initiated which allowed a business to succeed.
Barry was no saint. Few of us are. But he helped so many people. He deserves to be recognized for the good he brought to the people of DC. His presence is sorely lacking in today’s Washington and we are poorer for it.