Why did I not love this book as much as Stanton's Humans of New York or his book, Humans? I picked this one up at the library last week, excited for another glimpse into the people of NYC, with Stanton's fantastic photos. The book was good, with so many eye-opening comments from the people who were photographed, but wow, it felt extra-dark to me. So many of the folks who shared their comments were drug addicts, mentally ill, sexually perverse (yikes! the things they said!), and so, so angry! So many came from homes with abuse, neglect, and ugly stuff, and after a while I grew sad, just reading their comments. Do those people deserve to be heard? Of course! But it certainly was heavy to see and read so much of it.
Yes, there were some bright spots, with some kind, caring, nurturing relationships, and there were some people who were really trying to rise above difficult circumstances. I especially loved seeing the folks who had come to the United States, hoping to find a better life. Their stories were hard, and yet they were hopeful and grateful. There were plenty of neutral comments, too. And it was fun to see some Latter-Day Saint missionaries and read what one had to say about his rebellious background and his "Alma the Younger" change. Kind of odd in a book like this! But despite all the neutral and positive stuff, it felt heavily packed with gloomy, dark, frightening people and situations. Perhaps I wanted Stanton to go to a few other parts of the city, to show a different view. Is that me being a Pollyanna or a woman of privilege? I suppose so.
After saying all of this, I came away with a reminder that there are a lot of people in this world (well, right in NYC) who are suffering. I'm not sure why I was born into a home where I was wanted, loved, and nurtured. A home and community that were safe and beautiful. A chance for a good education. Plenty to eat and no worries about safety. The list goes on and on. I have much to be grateful for, and I want to respect and acknowledge those whose lives aren't as easy as mine has been.